“Anna?” he whispered, frozen in place. “Is it really you?”
She felt the world tilt slightly. More than ten years had passed, but she knew that voice. It belonged to Daniel—the man she had once loved deeply and the father Marcos had never met.
Anna held out the envelope.
“This was in the jacket pocket,” she said. “My son found it yesterday.”
Daniel took the envelope slowly. Confusion flickered across his face as he explained that he had thrown the jacket away in a moment of frustration after a tense dispute at work. He had never intended to lose the money, much less the jacket itself.
Then his eyes met Anna’s again.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” he murmured. “I tried to find you once… but you were gone.”
Years earlier, misunderstandings and outside pressures had torn their young love apart. Before Anna could reach him again, his family had moved him abroad. When she discovered she was expecting a child, she had no way to contact him.
Daniel looked at Marcos with hesitation. “Is he…?”
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