"I'm sorry..." I turned away, but Ivan blocked my path. I could see the pain in his eyes, so I quickly avoided mine.
"We're heading home. What are you doing, Ivan?!" I was irritated, but I forced myself to stay calm because I was carrying Heather.
Heather was crying loudly, and tears began to well up in my eyes. It's okay if I get hurt, but if my daughter gets hurt, that's a completely different situation.
My intuition was correct; it wasn't a good idea for my daughter to meet Ivan because Heather was still too young.
It was frustrating! I felt disoriented, but I hesitated to inquire, avoided listening, and refrained from re-entering his life. However, we share a child.
"Ivan, let her go. She left you before. We're doing fine, aren't we?"
My teeth were clenched, but I disregarded Mau
