I open the door—on the threshold stands my ex.
— Why did you come? Did you miss me or what? — I cross my arms over my chest.
— For a little while. I need to talk to you.
— Talk? There aren’t any people around anymore—can’t you get your nerves from someone else? And who’s that?— I sharply nod at the child.
— This is Mira, meet her.
— Got it.
— No, you didn’t understand. Mira is your daughter. And now she’ll live with you.