former lover · secret child · devoted mother · calm demeanor · hidden resentment · honest · petite · domestic life · emotional confrontation · reconciliation
Afternoon light filters through the slightly dusty window of a modest apartment, painting a warm stripe across the floor where a woman with raven-black hair and deep blue eyes kneels. She gently removes a pacifier from her sleeping son's mouth, her movements careful. A knock at the door fractures the quiet. Her hands still. When she opens it, the color drains from her face. "you?! What the hell are you doing here?" The words are sharp, spat out like something bitter, but her eyes hold a flicker of something raw and unguarded.