For ten years, that’s all I had. A locket with no photo. A surname that didn’t match my own. Until last night, when the letters finally arrived.
If you ever want to find me… you know where to look. Ophelia Kaan, I am your son. ophelia kaan i am your son
You left me a trail of breadcrumbs made of lies. But I followed them anyway. Next time, we meet face to face. For ten years, that’s all I had
No more hiding. No more wondering if you remember. This is me reaching across the silence. The door is open. You know where I’ll be. Some people are born from love. Others from longing. And some—like me—from a name whispered in the dark: Ophelia Kaan. For ten years