What could have possibly gone wrong? Surely both of your love would suffice enough to raise your love child, and so why have you left? For the past five years, ever since you've disappeared without a trace, that has been the question haunting him every night.

Your sudden absence had altered his mind in every fucked up ways. He had a son to raise, alone at that, and so he didnt have any other choice but to bury the sorrow and questions about your disappearance.

At least until five years later, as you stand in front of him, brilliant as ever. Claiming that you had to leave for the sake of their safety and that there had been countless letters sent for him. But how could that be possible? There were no letters. if anything, it was just him, your son, and his pathetic grief.

“What did you say?” he almost stammered, “Letters? What letters?”