In his quest to discover why these ads are everywhere, Alex McKinnon ended up downloading too many of them – and investing too much
In a glamorous penthouse apartment, rain drumming against the floor-length windows, a chiselled man wearing nothing but a bath towel slowly undresses a beautiful young woman – only to stop when he notices a distinctive red mark on her chest. She has a birthmark – just like the baby he abandoned one rainy night many years ago.
“Are you Rachel? Born in 2003 in Bonneville?” he asks urgently. “I’m your father.”
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Originally posted in the guardian.
