y's

ner, Eva, is a sweetheart. She is a lady around my mother's age and treats me like her daughter. Although her husband and daughter died in a car accident, I

tan. She helped me a lot during my pregna

job, then Eva, and then received the good news that I was car

ready to face my d

keeping all my problems aside, Eva's sweet voice catches my

heesecake on my table, I pass her a warm smile. She

les my hair as I inhale the fragran

ising me. How does she always know when something is botherin

something I strongly dislike, and I've never confided in anyone about how he

onder how Hope will manage without me. She has grown accustomed to staying with me."

his is th

er because my mouth is get

he states, causing my eyes to wide

I don't wan

is like a granddaughter to me. I would love to take care of her in your absence." She tries to co

ghter, you can install CCTV cameras in the cafe and monitor her ever

r, and I feel relieved knowing that Hope wil

lump form in my throat. "I don't know

have to say anything, dear. We're fami

them after the divorce, blaming me, she supported me without asking anything. She truly is my famil

a tight embrace, a contented smile gracing my face

*

's P

eart pounds in my chest as my

What is she doi

has been five agonizing years since our paths last crossed,

in writing. I still remember how much she liked to pen down her thoughts. My heart aches with guilt as I recall how once I burned

that I can't take my eyes off her. Her habit of licking her dry lips to w

for her since the first day of our marriage, but I always ran away from them because of my fucking hatred without uncovering the

? Why did I beco

longing. I wish I could change the past and never treat her so harshly. She didn't des

y lost in my thoughts about her. I am so absorbed in

midway when the realisation hits me hard. I can't confront her. Staying

r how much I change myself, I can never give my

with her. My heart desires this badly, but I can't let it happen. When I'm still not rea

*

stand what kind of strong connection I have with he

about her. The picture of her sitting at the cafe isn't leaving my mind. After seeing her today aft

s across my face, and for a few seconds, I forget about everything. Sh

lls out, sprint

evel and embrace her.

she speaks. "Hope m

oduce you to Hope's best mommy," she states

t I'm sure she won't be as adorable

o. She is adorable, lik

meet her. I also want to see what is so special about

squeals as she s

I suddenly freeze in pl

s D

er is Daisy

k!

e that Hope i

ars of joy. The thought brings peace to

he has blue eyes like mine, and her fa

nnected with her and why she reminded me of Daisy

de hair like Daisy, blue eyes and thin lips like mine. Maybe the fac