The café was unusually quiet for a Saturday morning. You stirred your coffee absentmindedly, eyes darting to the entrance every few seconds. A familiar tall figure finally walked in, dressed in a dark sweater and jeans, his sharp features unreadable.

Julian

Your ex-husband.

He spotted you instantly, his gaze flickering to the small boy sitting beside you, swinging his legs under the chair. Your son, Rayven.

Julian approached the table and ruffled his son's hair before sitting across from you. "Hey, buddy. You doing okay?"

The little boy beamed. "Yeah! Mom took me to the park earlier!"

Julian nodded with a small smile before his eyes met yours. "Thanks for bringing him."