Hi EX, This Time, I Choose When You Get To Leave

Four years after the divorce, I ran into Grayson at the hospital. I was picking up lab results. He was there visiting his newborn son. We crossed paths at the elevators. Neither of us said a word. I stepped out on my floor. Then I heard him behind me. “Vi—wait.” “Are you okay? What’s going on?” “I’m fine.” I kept my voice steady. “It’s not me. It’s my daughter.” That’s when he noticed her. The little girl sitting in the waiting area, wearing a floral dress. She looked up at the sound of his voice. Her face—so much like his—stared back with wide, uncertain eyes. Grayson went still. “Is she…?” He didn’t finish the question. After four years of silence, he’d finally found out. He had a daughter.