The morning air in Valencia was sharp with cold when Victor wandered through the streets, lost in thoughts that had haunted him for months. His suit was wrinkled, hanging awkwardly on him—as if it belonged to someone he used to be. One year had passed since his son, Noah, disappeared without a trace.

Clara began to cry.

She confessed she had found Noah wandering alone months ago — confused, injured, unable to explain where he came from. But that wasn’t the part that made Victor’s blood run cold.

Noah hadn’t aged.

Not even a day.

Medical reports. Dates. News archives. Everything said one year had passed since his disappearance.

But the boy insisted something impossible:

“There was a bright light… and then nothing. I came back the same day.”

Investigations later revealed something no one could explain — security footage from the day Noah vanished showed a blinding flash near the park… and then static.

Time hadn’t passed for Noah.

It had broken.

And Victor realized the nightmare wasn’t about losing his son.

It was about understanding where he had been.