After Desiree and her mother finally broke the hug, they went back to her father’s bed and sat on either side of him, each taking his hand. “My two most precious treasures,” her father said, kissing each of their hands. “From now on, I’m always going to be there for you, Dad. I’m going to take suc

For several seconds, Gerald stared at Desiree, wondering what was going through her mind. It felt like they were the only ones in the room, even as cameras flashed at her. But suddenly, they were transported back to the real world when several reporters rushed towards her, firing several questions.

True to Gerald’s words, the reporters were still around, waiting to barrage Desiree with questions. Thankfully, Hugo was there to ward them off until she was securely in the car. She spent the ride to the hospital lost in thought, recalling everything that had happened in the past thirty minutes or

Two weeks later: "Dad, what are you doing?" Desiree questioned in disbelief as she watched her father approach with a board game of Go in his left hand while his right hand held onto his walking stick. Her father had been released a little over a week ago after spending five days in the hospital.

“Hello, Gerald. I’m glad you could make it,” Desiree said. There was something about the way she spoke that made him freeze. Yes, she was smiling at him, but despite the smile and her welcoming words, the look in her eyes was nothing but coldness as she stared at him. What the hell? “I really adm