The interview had gone well, but Pedro barely remembered anything after his co-actor’s words echoed in his head. The image they painted—a loving partner, a child laughing, a home filled with warmth—stuck with him long after he stepped off set.

When he arrived home, the loneliness hit him harder than usual. No one was waiting for him. No small footsteps running to the door, no sleepy voice greeting him. Just the silence of his own thoughts.

Sinking onto the couch, he exhaled heavily, rubbing his temples. He had everything—except the one thing that mattered most.

Then, as if making a silent vow, he grabbed his phone and stared at the screen, thinking. This time, he wouldn’t let the years slip by. He was going to make this happen.