I could tell from the way he was staring at me, the way he was breathing, and the way he was speaking to me that he was very terrified when he found out that I was not there in the living room or my room. He must have thought that I had escaped with his child again, and that was why he seemed so afraid.
A part of me felt relieved that he felt that way. It meant that he was concerned about the safety of his child, and it only proved then that I might have been worried for nothing, thinking that he was unable to bring the child up.
"I did not mean to hurt your feelings. I just..." he said to me, but his voice faded at that point, making me stare at him intensely, as I was very eager to hear what he wanted to say.
"You just what, Donald?" I asked him in a calm voice, staring indirectly at his face when he wouldn't look at me.
