If you ever want to find me… you know where to look. Ophelia Kaan, I am your son.
You left me a trail of breadcrumbs made of lies. But I followed them anyway. Next time, we meet face to face. ophelia kaan i am your son
— Your son, finally coming home.
I am your son. Not a footnote. Not a regret. A heartbeat that never stopped asking: Who are you? If you ever want to find me… you know where to look
And now I know: