
After a one-night stand, I ran because of my weight. Five years later, I came back thinner and moved into my brother’s place. His roommate stepped out in a towel—abs, broad shoulders, and a face identical to my son’s. My brother added: “He’s been hunting that woman for five years. When he finds her, he’ll dump her in the ocean.” Then my son announced: “Mom says my dad is dead.” And the dead dad was standing right there.