The scenery outside moved past the windows, but I barely noticed it.
For the first time in two years, my thoughts weren't occupied by wondering where Alicia was.
Because now I knew.
She was here.
Alive.
Safe.
Close enough to touch.
Close enough to hear.
Close enough to lose again.
The thought made my jaw tighten.
"Sir?"
Karen's cautious voice came from the front seat.
I looked up.
She was watching me through the rearview mirror.
"Are you alright?"
I didn't answer immediately.
Was I alright?
I had spent two years searching.
Two years waking up in empty rooms.
Two years wondering if Alicia was safe.
If she was eating properly.
If she hated me.
If she was even alive.
And today,
I had found her.
Not only her.
Our child.
A daughter I never knew .
My hand slowly clenched into a fist.
I remembered the little girl holding Evan's hand.
The way she smiled at him.
The way she naturally stayed close to him.
