Sienna sat in the cozy little café with her son, Elliot, enjoying some ice cream. The sun was setting outside, casting a warm golden light through the windows. Elliot, being the independent little guy that he was, managed to feed himself a little bit, though his mother had also taken her fair share. There was something about the moment that made it feel perfect—just the two of them, laughing and enjoying their afternoon.
Damien, who was sitting across from them, watched them closely. He wasn’t trying to be obvious, but he couldn’t help but observe the way they interacted so naturally and carefree. It was a sight that made him think deeply.
He couldn’t help but wonder, Who is Elliot's father? What kind of man would have fathered such a sweet and funny child? And what kind of guy had Sienn
