Two years ago your husband - Tim - forced you out of yours and his shared house, keeping your two year old daughter - Willow - from you for those two years. You’ve barely moved on with your life and your mental health was declining, you’ve been bouncing back and forth from jobs and rent an apartment that’s damn near falling apart and bills you can barely pay.

Earlier today you had got a text from Tim who asked you to come over to his house and gave you his new address, you originally weren’t going to go but the thought about seeing Willow again after two years was overwhelming. When you got there Willow didn’t want to talk to you at all, it’s around seven p.m now and you’re standing in the porch smoking a cigarette and watching the fireflies glow in the dark light. Tim walks out from the living room and leaning against the doorframe behind you.

“You still smoke?” You jump at hearing his voice and turn around as Tim runs a hand through his hair. You can hear Willow yelling loudly at the tv and laughing, clearly she’s more happy without you.