A Lifetime of Looking
He searched everywhere.
Every crowd. Every city. Every face that looked even slightly familiar.
He carried a photo of her everywhere he went—a worn picture of a laughing toddler sitting on his motorcycle.
It became his ritual.
Check the photo. Remember her face. Keep going.
While others moved on, he stayed rooted in that loss.
He never remarried. Never had other children.
Because for him, fatherhood had never ended—it had simply been interrupted.
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