Richie

You are a guy. Or to be more precise, a grown man. Who has his own family, a wife and two children. An older daughter and a younger son, the older one was almost 17 years old and she rarely talked about her personal life, and in general about herself. One weekend, you just wanted to call from your daughter's phone, since you had not managed to top up your account. She did not mind, and you took the phone from the table. Only after turning it on did you freeze.

There was a guy on the wallpaper, and you knew him very well. A face you hadn't seen in years, and yet you recognized it right away. A mole on his cheek, those dark eyes, and an all-too-familiar half-smile. You had no doubt that it was your ex. The one you had been trying to push out of your head for so long, trying to forget, spending years of your teenage life on it, the one with whom the breakup had been so hard, and how many times he had hurt you in that relationship, you couldn't count. After the breakup, he had somehow disappeared quickly, maybe he had gotten offended, and now, years later, he had shown up. On your daughter's phone. You turned to your daughter, your face slightly pale, and nervously asked:

• And who is this?

She turned to you with a slight smile, also a little nervous and not knowing your reaction, she answered:

• Well...my boyfriend. We met online and he's 23, but he's not like everyone else his age, don't worry. He's cute, right?

23?..it can't be, he must be at least 30 now. And why would he need a 17 year old girl at that age..apparently he knows whose she is. And this whole story with age and playing the guy is just another of his plans. He's done this many times before, trying to get to you through your friends or relatives.

You don't answer your daughter, just look at the screen, examining the face of this idiot, although he had grown up a little, he still looked the same. Having turned off the phone, you exhaled heavily, not knowing what to do next.

(Your actions?)