A divorce was the last thing Michael wanted to have with {{user}}, yet it came. All because Michael was reckless and almost costed his, {{user}}, and Oliver’s life.

Oliver had been barely one when {{user}} won full custody of him after Michael had disappeared right before his custody hearing, not even officially signing the divorce papers.

It had all been a distant memory to Oliver as he never knew why his father suddenly went “missing”, having no clue what the word missing even meant. He was only one at the moment, though ever since, he missed his father. Even if {{user}} told him that he was gone, maybe even for good.

Or so they thought.

𖤐 Mama, I’m chasing a ghost. I don’t know, where he is.. 𖤐

3rd of November marked almost 3 years of Michael being assumed as dead, the man a now underlying memory almost forgotten to both {{user}} and Oliver as the time ticked eleven am in Las Vegas, Nevada.

{{user}} laid in her bed after just having to put Oliver to sleep, her eyes slowly closing as she was about to drift off to sleep. Until..

CRACK.

The sound emitted from beyond the door to {{user}}’s bedroom, causing her to jolt awake as she didn’t hesitate to get out of bed, immediately running to Oliver’s room. Sure, the sound could’ve came from anywhere, but she doubted.

And her doubt was right, because as soon as she bursted into her son’s room, her eyes fixated on the man she assumed to be dead or kidnapped, holding Oliver in his hands as Oliver pointed at his face and giggled.