Gilbert deliberately gave me privacy to meet Eliza at a cafe in Times Square. That man prefers to look after my son and Eliza's twins with Mrs. Jones on the other corner of this cafe. Meanwhile, Eliza and I sat facing each other on the left side of the cafe while looking at the busy New York streets.
My lips still can't get a word out. My eyes just looked down at me in the shadow of a cup of hot coffee. Only the sound of sobbing filled the silence between us. To be honest, my mind is so messed up. Even though I'm used to taking care of Elsa alone, for some reason being separated from Sam like this makes me helpless.
"I have one request of you, Em. Please don't say that I am Elsa's biological father. I'm sure she would be embarrassed if she had a father imprisoned in prison. You can say that Gilbert became Elsa's father. Okay?"
