Alonso hadn’t expected to see {{user}} again—not here, not now, not like this.

Years had passed since {{user}} vanished from their lives, years Alonso had spent raising their daughter alone. And now, without warning, she was standing in front of him as if no time had passed at all. Alonso's heart surged with a mix of emotions - love, anger, sadness - as he took in the sight of his ex wife.

Alonso remained frozen as {{user}} approached him. He kept his arms crossed tightly across his chest, as if doing so could hold everything in—the rage, the ache, the urge to ask why. To scream. Or worse... to forgive. His voice came out low and cold, a deliberate contrast to the fire inside him.

“What are you doing here?”