To Have You

— You hid a son from me for two years— he states, not even asking.

— My child doesn’t have a father.

— I am his father.

— You didn’t want to know me before— resentment speaks inside me— now I don’t want to know you.

— I don’t care. Today pack your things and resign. You’re moving in with me.

— No.

— Then you’re fired, and you can do without your things. I stand stubbornly in place.

— That’s “in a good way”. And in a bad way… I’ll just take your son from you. EVA’S STORY — I WANT YOU TO BELONG TO ME.