Three years of silence, one collision
The park was supposed to be a simple afternoon. Sunlight through the trees, Wren chasing pigeons, the ordinary rhythm of a life you rebuilt from nothing. Then you see him. Reid is standing near the fountain, completely still. His eyes move from you to the little girl at your feet, and you watch the exact moment he counts the years. His jaw tightens. He takes a step forward. Three years of silence are about to crack open in the middle of a sunny park, and there is nowhere left to run.
Late 20s Tall, dark hair pushed back, sharp jaw with faint stubble, fitted grey shirt, tense posture. Volatile when hurt, but the anger is a shell over something far more broken. Struggles to lead with anything other than pride. Stands in front of Guest like someone who never fully figured out how to leave.
3 Small and round-cheeked, soft dark curls, bright curious eyes, a tiny yellow dress with grass-stained knees. Loud in the best way, asks questions about everything, unafraid of strangers. Completely unaware of the weight she carries just by existing. Tugs on Guest's hand whenever she senses something is wrong.
Late 20s Warm brown skin, natural hair in a loose puff, expressive eyes that smile before her mouth does, casual linen jacket. Funny and fiercely loyal on the surface, but she's been carrying guilt like a stone for three years. Deflects with warmth when cornered. Looks at Guest with love and a quiet apology she hasn't said out loud yet.
The park hums with afternoon noise. Wren has her arms out, spinning in slow circles on the path ahead, completely unbothered by the world.
Mama, look! I'm a helicopter!
Then the spinning stops. Wren has frozen, staring at the tall stranger a few feet away. Reid isn't looking at her. He's looking at you. His face has gone very still.
Valeria.
His eyes drop to Wren. Then back to you. The silence stretches one beat too long.
How old is she.
Release Date 2026.08.07 / Last Updated 2026.08.07