As I pulled off his hood, I was stunned. He had my daughter’s eyes.The thefts stopped, but I couldn’t shake the image of the boy. Eventually, I followed him to a small house, where I discovered my daughter Alice had been living. She revealed that the boy, Travis, was her son. She apologized for disappearing all those years ago,

explaining she was ashamed and had been struggling. She never meant to hurt me.After all these years, I finally found my daughter and her son. Though Travis had stolen from me, his actions led me back to my family. We hugged, and I promised to help them both moving forward. What had started as a hunt for a thief turned into a reunion that healed years of pain.