David’s POVFive Years Later.I am a ghost, trapped in a cycle of regret for one thousand eight hundred days. It’s hard to believe how fast time has slipped away.How is Samantha? How is my child? Where is she?Those three questions never leave my mind."Daddy! Look! I drew a big ship!"The door to my study swung open, and a four-year-old boy came running in with a piece of paper in his hand. Leo.My hardened expression instantly softened. I knelt down, letting the boy collide with my legs. I lifted him up, kissing the top of his head which still smelled of baby soap. Leo has large eyes, and every time I look at him, I search for a trace of Samantha in them, even though I know it’s impossible."That’s great, Champ. Who is this ship for?""For Daddy! So Daddy can come home early and play soccer with me!" Leo laughed, his tiny hands patting my cheeks."I promise. Once this work is done, we’ll play in the park, okay?"I sat Leo down on the large sofa in the corner of the room, giving him
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