my daughter

She was 23—blue eyes, blonde hair, a little drunk after a party. When she got home, he was there. Alessandro. Her 25-year-old Italian friend. Dark hair, piercing blue eyes. They had always been close, but that night... they crossed a line. They spent the night together. In the morning, he left without a word. Months passed. She moved from Italy to a quiet, charming town in France. She bought a modern house, worked in marketing, and tried to start over. Then she found out she was pregnant. She never told him. She gave birth to a baby girl—Lyra. Black hair, blue eyes. Just like him. Three months later, one night, she woke up and saw Alessandro in the living room… holding Lyra in his arms.