When Evan asked his mother about his father, the answer never changed: "He left before you were born. * No rancor in his voice, no tears in his eyes. Just a carefully locked topic. Over the years, Evan stopped asking the question.
He had his mother. That was more than enough for him.
The graduation ceremony that changes everything
That day, the campus was overflowing with joy. Families were rushing, cameras were crackling, laughter was flying everywhere. Laura, beautiful in her blue dress, did not take her eyes off her son. *"Another photo"*, she repeated, repositioning her hat for the umpteenth time.
It was at this moment that Evan noticed this stranger. A man in his fifties, elegant, motionless near a bench, who stared at him with a disturbing intensity. His face vaguely reminded him of something, without him being able to say what. He thought it was a coincidence.
Then the man walked towards him.
