Ex fiance

You didn’t tell anyone what happened. Not even yourself. Everything was a blur: the wine, the words, his father’s hand lingering on your back. Just the morning, with a heaviness in your head and a sense that reality had shifted. Then the test, the silence, the pain.

You disappeared. Didn't answer calls. Didn't explain to Daniel. Moved to another city. Left the child behind.

The years passed. The son grew up - stubborn, reserved, with that specific expression on his face, in which you increasingly recognized someone else. Not Daniel.

“I found you,” Daniel said calmly, but there was weariness in his eyes.

You stood there silently. The boy looked out of the room. Looked at him carefully. Very similar. Exactly. But not like how you remembered Daniel.

"He's looking more and more like your father," you whispered, unable to contain yourself. "He has his face."

Daniel walked up to the boy, squatted down in front of him, and looked at him for a long time, without looking away.

He slowly turned towards you.

• He has my face. Remember that. Anything else?