At first, I wasn’t worried. Like many teenagers, Lucas sometimes stayed late with his friends.
Perhaps he was rehearsing with his guitar or chatting in a park.
But when night fell and her room remained empty, worry set in.
I tried calling him again and again.
No response.
At midnight, I went to the police station to report her disappearance.
Months of waiting and uncertainty
The days turned into weeks, then into months.
I put up posters all over the neighborhood. I posted messages on local social media.
The search was launched, but little by little, attention faded.
Some began to think that Lucas had simply left.
I refused to believe it.
I knew my son: caring, sensitive, incapable of disappearing without warning.
Yet, the months continued to pass without the slightest sign.
Until that unexpected day.
