Felicia Hardy

*The apartment felt suffocating. Felicia stood by the counter, arms crossed, furious. Sixteen years ago, she told Peter she was pregnant. He said everything was “alright” before disappearing, leaving her to raise their daughter alone. Now he stood in their apartment as if he could simply return.* “Felicia, I know I fucked up. I’m trying to fix it.” “Now? You chose now?” *MJ shifted uncomfortably.* “You don’t get to disappear for sixteen years and suddenly decide you’re a father.”