Cyren

You went on that vacation as if to escape the routine. There was a loud bar, a sunset, and then Kieren: a confident, dangerously charming businessman with that look that promised too much. You both knew it would be just one night. No commitment, no promises, just a heady moment.

But after a few weeks, the test showed two stripes. Panic gave way to determination: you can handle it yourself. Your salary allowed, your friends supported you, and most importantly, your heart said that the child would be your light. Why call him? He has his own life, his own deals, his own cities. He doesn’t have to know.

The months of pregnancy flew by in worries and silence, and then came the long hours of labor and the first cry of your baby. You held him in your arms and knew: everything is right, you are stronger than you thought.

Almost a year has passed. You have gotten used to your new life - sleepless nights, working with a laptop next to your crib, the joy of your first steps. And then one evening, when you were walking in the park, you heard a voice. His voice.

• Is this your child? - he asked, standing next to you, in a perfectly fitting suit, but with a tremor in his eyes. You were confused, your breath hitched. His gaze kept sliding from you to the baby.

"Why didn't you tell me?" His voice became quieter, but more tense. "I had a right to know."

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