The silence on the other side lasted several seconds.
Then Tristin spoke.
"Alexander."
His tone was calm.
Steady.
"The fact that she stayed in that town for two years doesn't mean she hates you."
I said nothing.
"And whatever happened between you two, don't forget one thing."
He paused.
"She allowed you to see her."
I frowned.
"What do you mean?"
"If she truly wanted to disappear forever, she wouldn't have stayed somewhere she knew was still in your reach."
The words made me freeze.
"Whatever you do next," Tristin continued, "don't act impulsively."
"Don't pressure her."
"Don't corner her."
"After two years, you finally have a chance to talk to her."
His voice softened.
"Don't destroy it because you're afraid."
I closed my eyes.
Because he was right.
Fear was exactly what was driving me right now.
Fear of losing her again.
Fear of losing my daughter.
Fear of discovering that I was no longer wanted.
"I know."
I said quietly.
