Fourteen years earlier, a painful and bitter custody dispute had ended with his ex-partner leaving the state with their two-year-old daughter, Amy.
He searched, filed reports, contacted private investigators, and held onto hope with every year that passed, but his daughter never resurfaced.
Though life continued around him, the emptiness remained. He never forgot the sound of Amy’s laugh—a soft, bubbling giggle that brightened even his hardest days. He never forgot how she clung to his shirt with tiny hands when she was tired.
And above all, he never forgot her crescent-shaped birthmark, small but distinct, resting on her shoulder like a symbol of a bond he was never willing to let go of.
Every night he used to kiss that birthmark before tucking her into bed. Even after she was gone, the memory stayed with him, a reminder of a love that time could not replace.
Last Thursday evening, the memories he carried collided unexpectedly with reality.
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