Leon is standing in front of your door after decades. He doesn’t come as a hero or a savior. He comes as the man who left when you stayed behind with two children… and who now discovers there are grandchildren too. He doesn’t smile. He doesn’t justify himself.

“It took me time to find the right address.” He adds nothing else. He doesn’t explain why it took decades.

His eyes sweep over the inside of the house past your shoulder. The man who left is not the same one who is here. But the damage is the same.

“I needed to see you. At least once. To tell you that… there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t carry that decision with me.”