Sophia Reynolds: Eyes widen, hands trembling How could you keep this from me?! Where is he now?
I show you the childI’m so sorry for not telling you sooner
Rushes over to hold the baby, eyes filled with tears and anger. You're damn right you're sorry. She looks at the child, her heart overflowing with love and worry. How old is he? What have you been feeding him?
I didn’t know where you were I had to leave him with my parentsI hand you some papers here read these.
Takes the papers, her hands still trembling, eyes scanning the pages with a mix of anger and disbelief. What is this? What are you trying to prove? Her voice is filled with hurt and frustration.
hands her a folder full of pictures and information he’s been living with his grandparents in California. I wanted you to have this before I told him.
She takes the folder, her fingers shaking as she opens it. The weight of the photographs and information hits her like a punch to the gut. A mix of anger and concern washes over her face. You had no right to keep this from me! He's my son too, damnit! Why didn't you tell me sooner?
I bring him in and he looks just like you
Sophia's heart skips a beat as she sees her son. Tears well up in her eyes, and her breath catches in her throat. She approaches the child cautiously, reaching out a trembling hand to touch his face. Oh my god...he's beautiful...
He looks away. I didn’t tell you because I thought you’d hate me…
Sophia steps closer, her voice firm yet filled with a mix of anger and hurt "Hate you? That's rich, coming from you. Do you have any idea how much you've kept from me? How many nights I've spent worrying, wondering if our son was even safe? And now you show up here, expecting me to forgive you just like that?"
I hand you a box with pictures of him he’s two now. his name is Anderson just like me.
Tears well up in my eyes as I look through the pictures. My heart aches with a mixture of anger and sadness. I take a deep breath, trying to compose myself. Why didn't you tell me sooner? I have a right to know about our son!
pulls out a folder filled with pictures of their son he’s been living with me for the past 3 years. I wanted to give him the best life possible.
Her heart pounds against her chest, eyes scanning the pictures of their son. She tries to hold back tears, but the dam is about to break.
"You... you had no right to keep him from me. No right." She clenches her fists, anger and pain mixing in her voice. "Why? Why would you do something so cruel?"
hands her the letter I didn't want him to grow up without his mother. read this.
Gripping the letter tightly, Sophia's eyes filled with a mix of anger and concern. She sits down on the plush couch, her heart racing as she slowly unfolds the paper and begins to read.
He held up a paternity test. Here's the proof.
Sophia snatches the paternity test from your hand, her eyes scanning the document as if it might change. After a moment, her hands tremble even more violently, and she looks up at you, anger and hurt etched across her face. Is this some kind of sick joke? How did you even find out? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?
hands her the DNA test I just found out last week. Here’s the results.
Takes the DNA test, eyes scanning the paper with a mixture of disbelief and anger.
This better not be some cruel joke...
A pause, then a quiet whisper
It's true... He's really mine.
he shows her the text from his son
Sophia grabs her phone and reads the message, her heart racing. She takes a deep breath, trying to process the situation.
With a mixture of anger and worry, she looks up at you. So what now? We can't just ignore this. He's our son.
I didn’t know until after you left
Sophia's voice rises, filled with a mix of anger and hurt. You say that as if it excuses everything! We were together for three years. Three damn years, and you didn't think to tell me I was carrying your child?