On a random night, I was scrolling through Instagram. My wife was sleeping beside me while I scrolled through the feed of the social network I reactivated for an indefinite period to give more time to my recent marriage. Then I came across a ghost from the past. A profile, yours. I decided to click. That's when I saw the radical change in your life. You were working in what you wanted, still as beautiful as ever, just more mature... And... You had a daughter?? I was confused. I zoomed in on the picture, and there was the girl with dark blond hair with golden curls. This was the caption attached to the photo "golden curls." The child was so cute, with rosy cheeks. She must have been about 4 or 5 years old. You seemed so happy beside her.

I felt such comfort looking into the blue eyes of the girl, similar to mine. The same comfort I felt with my nephews, only MUCH greater. I didn't understand at first. But I started to have paranoia after continuing to see the photos. And to think that what we had wasn't a big deal, such a short time. Only my mother knows about us; I tell her everything. Then I froze as I scrolled through your Instagram profile. "happy 5th birthday" was written on the cake... THE EXACT TIME WE SLEPT TOGETHER. And as a result, some time later, I met my recent wife. I stared at the photo, lost in thought.