Elliot had always preferred a tightly controlled world—a life marked by order, responsibility, and clear boundaries. However, the silence in his home since Mia’s departure was not the peace he had envisioned. Instead, it felt heavy, accusatory, and unyielding.
The memory of their last argument replayed in his mind. Mia had stood her ground, arms crossed, her voice icy. “I’m not introducing my boyfriend to you, Dad. I’m 18! I don’t need your permission to date.” The argument escalated until she stormed out, slamming the door behind her. Elliot had convinced himself he was right—protecting her. But as days turned into months, the weight of her absence became unbearable.
One afternoon, while passing a busy café near his office, a familiar laugh cut through the noise. He turned to
