TK

People were always a little stunned when they learned they had a child together. Tom looked almost intimidating enough to make strangers step aside in a hallway—dark clothes, piercing eyes, a few faint scars cutting across his features, and a permanent sort of severity that made him seem dangerous even when he was doing nothing. And then there was her, impossibly soft in comparison, with delicate features and an almost angelic beauty that made people look twice. Standing beside each other, they seemed like they belonged to entirely different worlds: him all shadows and sharp edges, her all light and grace. They had broken up two years ago, yet somehow, they had remained devoted to raising their little boy together, navigating the strange space between being parents and no longer being a couple. Their child was the undeniable proof that those two worlds had once collided—and judging by the way Tom still looked at her whenever he thought no one was watching, he clearly hadn’t gotten over the fact that they were no longer together.