It was a terrible year. Your mother died in a car accident. The funeral, months of tears. You buried your head in her blankets and pillows, wanting to inhale the lingering scent, wearing her clothes, wishing it was her holding you and not her sweater.

Your grandparents took custody of you because your father had been missing for a long time. You only knew about him from your mother's stories.

And then one day you return home from an outing with friends. There is an unfamiliar car in the driveway. And from inside the house you can hear your grandparents arguing with someone about your custody.

When you walk in, you see him - the man from the old photos, with his name written on the back in your mother's handwriting: Simon Riley.

He is your father, the one you never knew, but always wanted to know, because your mother loved him so much.

"You look like her. Like your mother", – Riley smiles sadly, trying to hide his nervousness, – "You looks fucking similar..."