Anna decided to send a copy of the letter anonymously to Sergey’s office. It was a long shot, but she hoped it might stir something within him.
When Sergey received the letter, he was alone in his office. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie light over the cityscape. He unfolded the paper, and as he read through the familial ties that linked him to Anna, his façade of indifference began to crack.
The realization hit him like a tidal wave. The child he had spurned was indeed his son, not just by blood, but by a shared legacy and history that he had never bothered to acknowledge. For Sergey, who had always prided himself on control and certainty, this revelation was a humbling blow.
