The baby was unmistakably his. The shock hit him like a tidal wave, rendering him momentarily speechless. He staggered backward, his mind racing with questions and emotions he hadn’t allowed himself to entertain for years. As the room buzzed with the post-delivery hustle, he stood still, trapped in a whirlwind of disbelief and memories.
His ex-girlfriend, Sarah, glanced up at him, her eyes a tumult of apprehension and unspoken words. She held the newborn close, as if seeking solace in his tiny warmth. The resemblance was undeniable— the baby shared his deep brown eyes and the same unruly tuft of hair he had as a child. There was no mistaking it; this was his son.
As he struggled to regain his composure, flashes of their shared past flooded his mind. He remembered the late-night study sessions during med school, the shared dreams of future plans, and the day she abruptly disappeared, leaving only silence in her wake. He had never understood why she left, and although he tried to move on, the questions lingered, gnawing at the edges of his heart.
