That day, as hope was fading once more, Edward buried face in his hands, wiping tears. It was so foolish…
But then, he heard it: soft footsteps. That scent. A presence so hauntingly familiar it made his heart stop.
Edward froze. He was scared to look. But somehow, he found the courage to lift his head.
Every Monday, Edward, an elderly man, bought two tickets but always sat alone. Curious, I decided to sit with him one day. He revealed a deep, painful story about a woman named Evelyn, whom he had loved. They had met in the theater years ago, but she mysteriously disappeared after he invited her to a movie. Edward had never stopped hoping to find her.
I promised to help, unaware that Evelyn had worked at the cinema—and that the manager who fired her was my father. Confronting my father, he revealed that Evelyn’s real name was Margaret, and she had been his wife, making me Edward’s child. Shocked, Edward and I visited my mother in a care facility, where she finally recognized him.
Their reunion was emotional, and for the first time, my father softened. We all agreed to start fresh, beginning a new chapter in our tangled story.
