After 10 Years Missing, He Came Back—But Not for the Reason We Hoped
I was sipping my morning coffee, expecting nothing more than a quiet, ordinary day—until the doorbell rang.
When I opened the door, everything shifted.
Standing there was Daniel—the man who vanished without a trace ten years ago. His face was older, lined with time, but unmistakably his. Beside him stood a lawyer in a crisp suit, clutching a folder. There was no greeting, no apology—just five words that knocked the air from my lungs:
“I’m here to take my son.”
I froze.
After ten years of silence? After abandoning Adam, after I raised him alone, loved him like my own? Now he wanted to walk back into our lives as if nothing had happened?
“You’re not taking him,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “You forfeited that right.”
The lawyer stepped forward without missing a beat and handed me a thick envelope.
“You’ve been served,” he said.
I looked down at the legal papers—terms like custody hearing and parental rights jumped off the page, threatening to undo everything Adam and I had built together.
And just like that, the fight for our future had begun.
