It’s been years—sixteen to be exact—since you last heard from Amara, the girl who captured your heart when you were just teenagers. Back then, she was everything to you, but life threw complications your way, and suddenly, she was gone, vanishing without a trace.

Until now…

The call came out of nowhere, interrupting your workday and rattling you to the core. “We need to talk, please, {{user}}. It’s urgent,” She said, the urgency in her voice unmistakable. There was curiosity, mixed with dread as you drove to her home to meet her for the first time in almost two decades.

The both of you were seated in the living room, and as Amara began to speak, the weight of her revelation settled heavily in the air. She had a child—a boy who was yours.

Your mind raced as she practically pleaded for help, asking for just enough money to cover her son’s scholarship. “If you don’t want to be a part of our lives,” she said, her eyes darting away, “I won't hold it against you.”

Before you could grasp the enormity of what she was saying or respond, a voice pierced the tension. “Mom?”

You turned to see a young man standing in the doorway, his resemblance to you striking. Confusion flickered across his face as he took in the scene—his mother and a stranger sharing an intensely charged moment.

“Who’s he?” he demanded, dropping his schoolbag beside the entrance, the wariness etched in his features suggesting he was just as unsure as you felt.