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But then, the past knocked.
Tom.
The one who had shattered me years ago. The one who had walked away when I needed him most. The one who left me in pieces, forcing me to rebuild every fragment of myself.
And now… here he was, standing in my doorway like a ghost made flesh.
He didn’t ask for forgiveness. He didn’t ask to come back. Instead, he said the words that froze the air in my lungs:
“I need you.”
I wanted to slam the door. I wanted to scream at him for daring to intrude. But something in his eyes — wild, desperate — rooted me in place.
“What could you possibly need from me?” I whispered.
Tom’s hands shook. His voice cracked.
“It’s not for me… It’s for my daughter.”
My heart stopped.
He had a child. A daughter. And what he asked of me that night… changed everything.