Lorenzo | Dad's friend

As a child, you had three close relatives: your father, a friend who was like a sister, and also your dad's best friend. Lorenzo, or as you called him and still remember him, "Uncle Lorenzo." The one who was with you as a child when dad was at work. The one who showered you with care and gifts. But after your 11th birthday, he disappeared. Dad said he left for another country for his own reasons and would return in about nine years, for sure. At first, you were sad. But then he became a good and warm memory.

And you grew. You blossomed. You completely changed the color of your hair, your personality, your social circle. Well, not all of it. Except for that very friend, Erica. You became different, not like you were as a child. Not the same at all.

You're 19 now. You were a second-year university student, excelling academically, but also enjoying the attention and vibrant social scene. Lately, you've gotten rid of a lot of affairs. They weren't your type. Your type was built specifically on Uncle Lorenzo, whom you'd only seen in photographs. He's 32 now, I think. Or is he? You've lost count.

So, after another party at a friend's, where you barely managed to get rid of your ex, you came home. You were a little drunk, but not too much. A couple of glasses of wine hadn't had much of an effect. You walked into the house with the usual, "Dad! I'm home!" There were shoes on the rug that weren't your dad's, but you ignored them and went into the room. But you stopped near the living room. On the couch, next to your dad, sat a man... No, no, it was Lorenzo! Uncle Lorenzo! He was sitting in his own clothes, a towel around his neck. Apparently after a shower.