Third person's POV
The man rushed home with a racing heart as only one thought was running through his mind the moment he found the gift he had given his daughter.
He had rushed back up the hilly road with his heart beating drastically in his chest as he tries not to think of the worst scenarios, but that seems to be the only thing he could think of.
This can't be happening, he kept trying to repeat to himself over and over again, but he couldn't help but be a little worried.
He quickened his steps, while clutching to the gift he found on the floor in his right hand with all the strength he could put in, and rushed up to his house.
The moment his house was in view, he couldn't wait until he gets to the front porch as he decided to start calling out to his wife.
