Staring at the phone screen, tears flowed uncontrollably down my face.
Memories of what Wennie had said before flooded my mind.
If I truly kept the child in the dark, never letting them meet or recognize their father, it would indeed be very unfair to the child, even cruel.
No matter how good a mother I try to be, I cannot make up for the lack of a father's love.
Moreover, Daniel Carter is clearly a very loving and good father.
Coming back to my senses, I replied to my best friend: Almost there.
But when I finally reached downstairs, I hesitated, afraid to go up.
I hadn't lived in this neighborhood for long, but left two years ago.
There were some changes in the environment and facilities of the neighborhood. I walked around downstairs, almost getting lost, until Wennie called again, and I mustered the courage to go upstairs.
Pressing the doorbell, I thought it should be Grace Chandler who would open the door.
