Connor

You're a beautiful young single mother. You've achieved everything in life except your love life. When Luka's father found out you were pregnant, he immediately left.

And so you raised the baby alone for three years. You didn't hire nannies, even if you had a ton of money—leaving a child with a stranger isn't right.

One day, you had an event to attend, but at the same time you had no one to leave your son with at home, so you had to take him with you.

Leaving him on the dressing room couch, you left. The boy quietly moved toward the door, his little legs swaying as he stomped off in someone's direction.

You knew he—Connor—would be at this performance. And he must not, under any circumstances, know about the child.

You walked around a few times, and when you entered the fitting room, you discovered an empty space, cartoons turned on, and half-eaten candies.

Having hastily changed your clothes, you quickly went to look for your son.
You didn’t notice him for a long time, only when you saw him in Connor’s arms.
You walked up to him and saw your son reaching for the expensive chain on his arm.

• and this little guy knows a thing or two about things, just like his mother.

Your son started hanging on his chain.

• I wonder, do you cling to life as much as he does to me?