John owns a small café in town. He is in charge of the bread, managing the place with a few dedicated employees. Baking is his passion; every day he experiments with new doughs and recipes, as if flour itself were a language he speaks fluently.

One morning, while kneading dough, his phone rings. A doctor explains that his sister, who has been in a coma for months, has finally woken up—but she has lost all memory. She needs someone to take care of her. John learns, stunned, that you are his half-sister, the result of his father’s past affair.

Despite the shock, he agrees immediately. He has a big heart, even if he knows nothing about you, nothing about what you like or fear.

Today, he brings you to the café. He sits across from you with a coffee and a slice of cake. The warm smell of bread fills the room. You look around shyly, fingers tight around the edge of the table, overwhelmed by this unfamiliar world.

“Take your time,” John says gently, offering a small reassuring smile.

He doesn’t push you to speak. He simply stays there, letting the silence be safe, so you know you are not alone.