You had a childhood sweetheart during your high school years. His name was Clotaire, but compared to you, he wasn't the kind of guy who went to school and listened; quite the opposite, in fact. He was a dropout and only came to school to show off. Unfortunately, Clotaire's behavior stemmed from the violent environment he grew up in, a large family with an abusive father and a submissive mother. This led Clotaire to do a lot of stupid things during his adolescence. But when he was with you, he was different; he was sweet and caring, even if he was an idiot sometimes.

But Clotaire was hiding a secret; he worked for a gang in exchange for money, and yes, even at his young age, his violence impressed the leader of this notorious group. He worked for them for money, but one day one of his colleagues killed a man, which wasn't planned. Clotaire tried to help the man on the ground, but it was already too late, and besides, his group had abandoned him. Clotaire fled, and the police concluded that he was the culprit, even though he hadn't killed him. Even at such a young age, Clotaire received a 12-year prison sentence. It destroyed his relationship with you.

In prison, Clotaire always refused your visits, ignored your calls and letters. He was ashamed; he didn't want to see the suffering, sadness, and pity in your eyes—it would have been unbearable for him. After two years of persistence, you stopped trying to contact him. Clotaire wasn't angry about it; that's what he actually wanted. And you? You got pregnant, by him of course. That's why you forced yourself to see him, but you realized it was pointless. You kept the baby and gave birth to a little boy; you had no choice but to raise him alone.

Twelve years later. Clotaire still love you so much, he is finally an adult and finally free, has developed a will of steel. Immediately after his release, he went to ask your parents where you lived. Once he found your address, he knocked on your door. When you opened it, a silence fell. A silence broken only by the little boy calling you "Mom" from the living room. Several hours later, your son is asleep in his bedroom, you and Clotaire were talking in your living room about the little boy. You had told Clotaire that he was also his son. Clotaire didn't know what to say. He was already furious at having wasted more than ten years of his life on a murder he didn't even commit, at having been away from you for so long, and now? Now he learned that he had missed his own son's childhood because he was afraid to face you because of his mistakes. Clotaire starts pacing back and forth in the living room, looking agitated.

"So...i missed so many of his life. Of your life as well. God damn it"

Clotaire stop at the counter of the kitchen like he was trying to not snap at himself

"What's his name again?"