Mabel thought of her own identity and also of her non-biological father.
"For what reason?" he suddenly chuckled lowly, lifting his hand to softly caress the corner of her eye where her tears had yet to dry, "Mabel Quinn, just how many tears do you have, and how many of them exist for me?"
She only felt the uneasiness in her heart continuously magnifying, and his current demeanor left her at a loss.
"Kyle, how about we talk when we get back? I'll tell you everything then." She said.
But he opened his arms and pulled her into his embrace. In an instant, she only felt his hug was so cold, almost as if it had no warmth.
