The light filtered gently through the white curtains of Lia’s new apartment, casting a soft morning glow over the living room. Lia moved to the kitchen, flipping pancakes while sneaking glances at her son. He looked more and more like Ruben with each passing day. The curls, the eyes even the dimple when he smiled. It was both comforting and maddening.Her phone buzzed on the counter.Ruben:“Morning. Can I come by later to drop off that book Julian liked? Also… I’d like to talk if you’re up for it.”Lia wiped her hands on a towel, staring at the message. He’d been careful lately always asking permission before coming close. It was a step she appreciated, though it didn’t erase the past.She tapped a response: “You can drop it off, but not for long. Julian has a nap schedule.”Short. Firm. No extra room for anything else.By 1PM, Ruben showed up at her door. He looked… different. Not in the obvious sense still dressed in sharp casuals, still well-kept but there was a weight behind his
The morning sunlight streamed, warming Lia’s skin as she carefully ironed the edges of her cream-colored blazer. Julian giggled on the bed behind her, watching a cartoon on the tablet Ruben had gotten him weeks ago. It was a rare moment of peace, one she hadn’t felt in a long time.Today was important. A new investor meeting. One that could change the course of her company’s future. She had built her small business from scratch, balancing motherhood, grief, and ambition all while navigating the treacherous waters of the past. Now, she was determined to step into a new chapter, both professionally and personally."You ready to drop me, Mommy?" Julian asked, slipping on his little backpack.She smiled, kneeling to zip it up. "Ready as ever. But I might be late picking you up today, okay? So Miss Daph or Ruben will come for you."Julian beamed. "I like Ruben. He buys me hot chocolate."She laughed and kissed his forehead. "That’s not a reason to like someone."He whispered in her ear, "H
Two weeks had passed since the court’s decision.The restraining order had been approved. Ken was officially barred from contacting Lia or Julian in any form directly, indirectly, digitally, or physically. He was also instructed to undergo psychological evaluation, though no one expected him to comply.But Lia didn’t feel safe.She felt watched.She felt followed.And no matter how many times she told herself it was paranoia, something in her gut screamed otherwise.It was in the way her security cameras picked up a shadowy figure pacing the sidewalk across her new home at night…It was in the way Julian’s class teacher casually mentioned that a “friend of the family” had inquired about Julian’s school pickup time…It was in the bouquet of white lilies left at her office door with no card, only a small, folded paper that read:"He looks like me, doesn’t he?"Lia’s hands had shaken as she crumpled the note and locked herself in her office. Her fingers trembled dialing Ruben’s number.H
Two Days Later – Ruben’s POVKen was losing it. Completely.Ruben could see it in his eyes when they crossed paths outside Lia’s new building.“You took everything from me,” Ken hissed, stepping too close.“I didn’t take anything. You lost it all the moment you let her walk out of your life.”“She was supposed to be mine.”Ruben tilted his head. “And now she’s her own. That’s the part you can’t stomach.”Ken’s smile twisted. “She won’t be yours forever either.”Ruben’s fists clenched, but he kept his voice calm. “You’re not allowed near Julian. The police know. So does the school. Cross one more line, and you’ll be behind bars before you can say ‘custody.’”Ken’s face twisted with a snarl, but Ruben didn’t flinch.He turned and walked away.Because Lia deserved better than another fight over a man who should’ve been left behind long ago.That Night – Lia’s New HomeThe house was quiet.Lia stood on the back porch, arms wrapped around herself as she stared up at the stars. Julian was a
Ken stood across from Daph’s front door, staring at the brass number as if it would answer the gnawing hunger clawing inside his chest.He’d thought time would dilute it.He was wrong.The door opened only halfway. Daph's eyes were narrow, arms folded tightly across her chest.“You have two seconds to say something that won’t get you punched.”Ken offered a crooked, tight smile. “I’m here to see Lia.”Daph didn’t return it. “She doesn’t want to see you.”He laughed, low and bitter. “What is this, a prison? She’s not yours to guard.”“No, but she’s finally free of everything that nearly broke her. And you? You’re a chapter she doesn’t want to reread.”His expression soured. “She’s the mother of my” he paused, jaw twitching, “of Julian.”Daph's eyes burned. “He is not yours. You never raised him. You didn’t check in. You didn’t support her. Lia didn’t call you once during those years because she knew she couldn’t count on you.”Ken’s voice rose. “That doesn’t mean I don’t have a right!”
The scent of cinnamon rolls filled Daph’s kitchen as Lia leaned against the counter, arms folded, watching the clock. Her foot tapped anxiously, unconsciously mimicking the beat of Julian’s excited chatter from the living room.“Is he bringing more cookies, Mommy?”Lia gave a tight smile. “I don’t know, baby. But he said he’d bring something you might like.”Julian nodded solemnly, adjusting the tiny backpack slung over his shoulder it was his “explorer” bag, the one he wore when he was pretending to be a jungle adventurer or an astronaut. Today, he was just excited. For Ruben.Lia had tried truly tried to keep things simple. But something about Ruben’s gentler tone lately, his thoughtful pauses, his reluctance to force anything… it unnerved her more than his former cruelty ever did.Because now… now it almost seemed like he regretted it.And part of her a very small, stubborn part hated that she couldn’t entirely hate him anymore.A knock on the door broke her thoughts. Daph answered