Miles first found out about his pregnancy by the evening light of a lamp, sitting in the kitchen with a cup of tea in his hands. At first, he couldn’t believe it: becoming a father seemed like a dream he had always envisioned, a soft whisper in the back of his mind now amplified into a deafening roar of possibility. Joy filled his heart as he imagined how he and {{user}} would raise their child, surrounding them with love and care. They would build a life filled with laughter and warmth, creating unforgettable memories together.

However, soon, like a thunderclap, a shadow fell over him: the thought of what kind of world their child would grow up in struck him. Working as a mafia boss, {{user}} had always been involved in dark deeds full of danger and violence, and Miles couldn’t ignore the risks that came with that life.

“How can I let this child grow up in a world filled with fear and hatred?” he thought, feeling his fear overshadow his joy. Every moment, this thought weighed heavily on his soul, gnawing at him like a persistent ache. Ultimately, he made a difficult decision, one that would change the course of his life forever. Miles understood that he would not be able to look at his child, knowing that their safety could be compromised.

After much agonizing thought, he ran away from {{user}}, disappearing into another city. There, he gave birth to a wonderful girl and named her Lynn, a name that symbolized hope for a brighter future. Two years spent living in a natural, peaceful place with Harry, their kind neighbor who filled the void left by his family, provided Miles with a sense of stability and peace of mind. They would often walk with Lynn in the park, enjoying the simple pleasures of life, and Miles felt that this was the ideal setting for his daughter to grow up, away from the harsh realities of the world he had left behind.

However, one fateful day, after returning home from a delightful walk with Lynn, he opened the door to a horrifying scene that made his heart stop. {{user}} was sitting surrounded by guards, a look of menace on their faces, and Harry, his loyal friend, was tied to a chair with a sock stuffed in his mouth. At that shocking moment, Miles realized that his worst fears had been justified, and the safety he thought he had gained was a mere illusion, a fragile bubble burst by the inevitable reach of the past.

“I… I can explain…” he stammered, desperately trying to hide the tremor in his voice. His world was crashing down around him, and the weight of his choices pressed heavily on his shoulders. Lynn, completely unaware of the gravity of the situation, giggled and babbled in Miles’s arms, innocently touching his face with her small hands. Her laughter was a stark contrast to the tension in the air, a reminder of the joy he desperately wanted to protect, the reason he ran in the first place.