My confidence grew because Charlie and Arton looked alike. Everything from their dark skin, eyes, and so on matched almost perfectly. I had also seen Arton before, but I couldn’t recall where. I carefully examined his photo, covered his face, and shook my head.

Atlas noticed my intense gaze at the photo and asked, “What’s wrong?”

I shook my head again and said, “I think I’ve seen him before but can’t remember where.”

After a while, I gave up and turned to Atlas, saying, “Never mind. You haven’t seen Charlie, but he’s a spitting image of Arton. It seems Arton can’t escape his responsibility.”

Atlas swiped the phone screen and revealed the following picture. Indeed, it was a photo of Charlie smiling with two tiny teeth. He looked like an updated version of Arton.

“Yeah, Charlie is indeed Big A’s son.” I looked at Atlas and teased him.

I was delighted to have found Charlie’s father. After all, he was the child’s biological father. Though Charlie’s parents were troubled people, he wa