Ayla POV
I ran to see dad. I could never express how overwhelmed I feel whenever I see him looking at me with those affectionate eyes. It is magical. I can't see what others think, but I feel as if it's been ages since I didn't see him. Maybe it is related to my memory loss and my heart is making up for it like this.
"Dad", I went near him and called him, entering my head in that small window of the door.
"You will be hurt. Come inside", he said while I sat in the seat beside him.
He caressed my hair and asked, "How's your day at school?"
"Oh, it was all good", I said.
"You didn't get bullied, right?" he asked.
I shake my head as no but how could I even say no one even said hi to me let alone bully?
"What are you thinking?" he asked.
"Oh, I met Brother James's cousin", I said while Jace and he too entered.
"James, you have, cousin?" Jace asked.
"Ah Yeah", he kind of sounded unhappy. I may think of useless stuff again.
