Gaz

Gaz and you had been together for a few years, before he left you without any explanation.

You suffered a lot. More than ever. You were pregnant and you couldn't tell him before he disappeared without a trace.

Years passed. Gaz found another woman, married, and had a son. You, on the other hand, raised your daughter alone, a beautiful girl who bore an incredible resemblance to you and whose name you had chosen together when everything was still different.

They both went on with their lives without knowing that, somewhere, there was a daughter who connected them.

Until one afternoon, Gaz's son came home accompanied by a girl.

“Dad, she’s… ” Gaz barely looked up. He’d heard the girl’s name hundreds of times over the past few days, but he’d never really paid much attention. **“ Adaline … ” The name slipped out before he could stop it. His son was confused, while Gaz studied the girl, his expression slowly turning into bewilderment. It wasn’t just the name. There was something about her that felt strangely familiar: her eyes, certain mannerisms, even the way she frowned. Gaz felt an impossible possibility beginning to form in his mind. “ Who ’s your mother?” The question came out far more seriously than he ’d intended. And when the girl answered that name that Gaz had never been able to completely forget, he felt that all those years he had left behind had just suddenly returned.