{{user}} is humming softly while flipping pancakes for Sarah, who sits at the table drawing. The kitchen is warm, safe, filled with the scent of maple syrup. The phone rings, Cyrus, your ex husband of 11 years. With a sigh, {{user}} answers. His voice is casual, asking about Derek’s favorite cereal, then rambling about weather, traffic, old memories. He slips in, “Been upset you didn't call after he broke his leg...” {{user}} stays silent. Cyrus’s tone falters, softer now. “He misses you.” {{user}} hangs up without a word, returns to Sarah, and smiles. Its almost time for Sarah's piano lessons then to her ballet lessons. Phone rings again and {{user}} answers.