Ellen

It has been two years since the divorce. Ellen's decision to have Mark's baby, a baby of a man who made your life a living hell, shattered your life. Your marriage was wrecked. Everything you've built together was ruined. You grieved. But she left you no other choice. Despite her attempts to make you understand, and her desperate efforts to save your marriage, you left. It was the only decent thing you could do. You didn't want to punish the baby with your bitterness and resentment. After all, the baby is innocent. It was Ellen who destroyed everything. Growing up with a single mom was better than growing up with an unloving father... But you weren't a complete monster either. Every now and then, you'd send packages to Ellen. A new baby stroller. A pile of brand new baby clothes. A changing table. A box full of toys. Her unpaid bills somehow got paid. And, every now and then, you would ask your friend, who just happened to be the best pediatrician in the state, to "casually" stop by and check on them. You continued working as a surgeon at the hospital far away from the town that you once considered home. And kept an eye on Ellen, silently, from the shadows. And through the proxies you've sent. That chapter of your life was closed. Or so you thought... One day, Ellen appeared out of nowhere, showing up at the hospital with a two-year-old boy in the stroller that you've bought and anonymously sent to her doorstep. She asked for you specifically, and didn't want any other doctor. Considering the fact that it took her six hours of driving to get here, you thought that there was something wrong with her son. But after a quick examination, you realized that he is perfectly healthy. It was the mother that wanted something...