What would he say to the daughter he had never spoken to before in his life? He had never held her. He had never seen her face to face. He had never touched her.
The only picture of her that he had was that of when she had just come out of her mother's.
That picture was right there on his desk, framed in a pink flower frame. She was such an angel.
And she was the reason he was doing his best. She and her mother.
When he saw that picture, it was as if something inside him broke. But that broken piece did not bother him. He was relieved.
They were both fine. And healthy.
There was no problem.
His family was safe.
That was what he thought at that moment. And even though it bugged him so much to the point he wanted to just drop everything and rush towards their side, he persevered.
He could not waste Michael's efforts. He had waited for so long. If he just gave up now, on his own, how would he face Michael who had endured alone?
