Fourteen years had passed since you last saw him. You had moved on—built a life, a home, a career—and convinced yourself he’d never come back.

One night, returning from work, exhausted, you stepped out of your car and froze. A man was sitting on your doorstep, watching you. The moment your eyes met his, your world came to a standstill.

“It’s been a long time… My old man told me where you live now,” he said softly, a small smile playing on his lips. The voice was unmistakable—it sounded like him. But it couldn’t be. Could it?