Facing My Son

I was scared. Yes, a man like me who had been shot more than five times, a man who faced terrorists and many dangerous situations, not to mention the CEO of many successful companies, was scared to face a four-year-old boy.

It was rejection.

What if he doesn't want me as his father? What if I was already late? What if that fuck has already secured my place?...

Valeria's lips were moving, which tol