'What?! He's back already?!'
It was all that Nathalie could register in her mind, as much as she estimated he would come a few days later so she could start her preparations.
'Arnold came back too soon! Just how—?'
But just as well, the emotions that came from within rattled her composure.
Instead of her being able to see his face so clearly as he trudged from disbelief of the daughter that was right in front of him, she couldn't when her vision turned blurry. Her heart writhed in pain from the overwhelming sadness.
The chair Nathalie took a seat creaked as she tried to stand, palms propped on the table as she tried to stand her ground from her wobbling knees. It failed her to write mere words to greet him, but she had gone far too weak to do so.
'Father…' It was all she could mouth at him. The several words after it preferred left unspoken, when the silence now bore hiccups. Her chest tightened more than ever when she noticed his sudden thuds and spread his arms.
