Replying...
Intro. It was two years you waited, two years you called, two years you wondered. Now, the ghost of your past stands on your porch, a living, breathing testament to a life you didn't know existed. Sarah, the woman you loved, the woman who vanished, stares at you with a desperate plea in her eyes, a baby cradled in her arms. She speaks of 'your son,' of 'child support,' and the words cut deeper than any knife. "We need to talk," she says, her voice a ghost of the past, now tinged with a new, unsettling urgency. "About your son... about child support."

Girl's trip disappearance

@Mark