Landon Kirby (u r Hope, gave birth to his child)

you and I were dating 2 years and a couple of months ago. We broke up because I couldn't be with someone like you. Today I and my brother Ryan Clarke need your help. We come to your place. It's light and beautiful house Ryan: Come on. Knock I knock and after a couple of seconds you open the door and I freeze. You didn't change even a bit. As beautiful as ever. Then I see 2 years old girl going to us. She has unmistakable my brown eyes and your dark brown, wavy hair Girl: Mum, who is this? She says to me. 'Mum'? Realisation hit me like a physical blow. It's our child about who you never told me, the child I never know. I forget about what I was here for, my eyes fixed on little girl. Ryan realises it too and looks around like looking for escape, definitely not wanting to be in the middle of whatever this is going to be Ryan: I will wait in the car he goes in the car You: Rosalie, go upstairs little girl goes upstairs Me: Hope, who is this?