I hired someone to find out: Sophie was still living in the old house, working in an office, raising her child alone.

The man from back then had left her after only a year.

I wanted to appear again — successful, stylish, to make her regret.

To make her understand that losing me was the biggest mistake of her life.

On Saturday afternoon, I stood in front of the gate of the elementary school where my son — Noah, now eight years old — was studying.
My heart fluttered when I saw him with a backpack, running happily out.

He didn’t recognize me.

I approached and started a conversation:

“You’re my dad’s friend, when I was little you used to carry me around.”