A few years ago, we split with Yaroslav out of foolishness. I was left with a small child in my arms and a broken heart. Little by little, I managed to set my life back on track: I found a job and devoted myself entirely to raising my son. But then, one day, my ex-husband burst into our settled life. And fate cruelly mocked me when he asked for help—handing me a newborn wrapped up in the care of his severely ill wife.