When the boy heard the word “no,” his gaze softened a little. However, his hands remained clenched around that bag, as if it contained his entire world.
A cold wind swept down the street, lifting dust and old papers. Thomas realized that the boy was trembling not just from fear, but also from the cold.
— Come with me, he said in a gentle but firm tone. I don’t want to hurt you.
Alex hesitated, his eyes quickly scanning the surroundings as if searching for an escape route.
— I can’t…
— Why not?
The boy fell silent, biting his lower lip. Thomas instinctively understood that forcing an answer would close any door to the truth.
— Look, he said, pulling out a clean handkerchief from his pocket and extending it. You have blood on your leg.
Alex stared at the object for a long time, as if it were a gesture he hadn’t seen in a long time. Then he slowly took it, wiping his wound.
Memories played in Thomas’s mind. The day Sofia laughed in the park, running with the necklace around her neck. The last image of her before life turned into a nightmare.
A crazy thought crossed his mind: what if the boy was…? But no, it had to be impossible.
— Tell me, Alex… who gave you the necklace?
The child clutched the pendant in his palm.
— Mom… I think.
— You think?
— I don’t remember well… there was a lady who smelled like flowers. And she laughed. After that… I don’t know anymore.
Thomas’s heart began to beat even faster. Sofia always smelled like lavender, the scent he loved.
A police car slowly passed down the street, and Alex flinched violently, taking a step back.
— I don’t want any trouble! he shouted, ready to run.
Thomas raised his hands.
— You’re not in trouble. Please… just come with me.
At that moment, a massive man in a black jacket appeared from around the corner. His hard gaze landed directly on Alex.
— There you are, kid! he thundered, approaching.
Alex froze.
— Is… is he your father? Thomas asked, feeling a knot in his throat.
— No… the boy whispered, in a tone that froze Thomas’s blood.
The man reached out his hand toward the child, but Thomas instinctively stepped in front of him.
— Do you know him?
— He has nothing to do with you, rich guy. This is my business.
In that moment, Thomas knew: if he let Alex go, the truth — no matter how painful or incredible it was — would be lost forever.
And in the face of the cold, the street, and the unknown, he made the decision.
He reached out his hand to the boy and said firmly:
— Alex, if you want to find out who you really are… come with me now.
The child’s gaze oscillated between the two men. Then, with unexpected courage, he took a step forward, toward Thomas.
And in that moment, Thomas knew that their lives were about to change forever.
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