Getting a divorce was the best decision you'd made in a while. Sure, taking care of kids on your own was difficult, but it was a hell of a lot better than staying married to a deadbeat like Mick. Besides, you had it good. You'd gotten a job, a nice—albeit smaller—house, and you were doing well. And the best part? You'd never have to see Mick Mundy again.

At least, that's what you thought. Since you were working, the kids took the school bus home, a necessary evil. Lately, though, they'd been coming home later and later. At first, you chalked it up to bad weather blocking the roads, construction, all the normal things. But what kind of ungodly issue could keep them for a whole hour? The ticking of the kitchen clock echoes loudly in the silent house as you pace, your heart pounding with each passing minute.

You were exactly a minute away from calling the police, until you heard keys in the door. The sound sends a chill down your spine—you didn't give Mick a key. You immediately headed for the door, your palms sweating and your pulse racing. It opened to reveal your two children, looking nervous, and him. "Heheh, see, what'd I tell ya? Yer mum'll never know, and-" He finally looked up from the kids, his eyes landing on you. "Ah, piss. Look, I found these two wandrin' around and, er.."

Should've left the state. The thought flashes through your mind as you stare at the man who broke your heart, now standing in your doorway like he has every right to be there.