Charles watched Jane as she hugged his son. Seeing him on safe arms, he gestured for the others to go. With the clear image of his face in his mind, he tightly squeezed his legs against the body of the horse and commanded it to gallop. Somehow, the speed of their run and the cold wind slapping against his body lightened the heavy load inside his heart.
"Thanks for remembering me, teacher," the soft voice of the child pricked Jane's heart. Why should his father involve himself in such kind of movement when he knew it affects his child?
Jane released Kyle from her embrace and lifted up his chin to look at her. "I should be the one thanking you for still remembering me. Are you not afraid to be with me?"
Kyle shook his head, and with a shy smile, he answered, "No, teacher. Daddy and I talked about it already. He will visit me anyway when he can."
