Where is My Father?

On getting to the restaurant, River’s face was reddened from shedding so many tears. It was very much obvious and difficult to hide too. The moment she stepped in, Tara pulled in from taking the orders from a booth.

“Oh, River. Thank Goodness you're back. You sure did take your time, didn't you?!” She groaned and was about to snatch the grocery bags from River when she noticed her red-rimmed face.

With a raised brow, “Oh, my God. River? What's wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong, Tara.” Replied, sniffing while wiping her face with the back of her hands. “I—I just need some time alone. I'm sorry, I won't be able to help you out in the restaurant further today.”

A line appeared between Tara’s brows as she tried to get a grip and allow River space. “S – sure, River. Take your time. Go, go…” She gestured kindly for her to move forward.

“Thank you, Tara.” Said, River as she hurried into the house, trying hard not to explode into a fit of sobs right there and then.

As she passed the passageway