The first time Elliot met Richard in London, Elliot felt that his father was amiable, and Elliot adored his father. The man didn't even shoo him away or act cold toward him.
Despite not knowing Elliot was his son, Richard allowed him to touch and hold the man's hand. Richard's hands weren't delicate, but Elliot liked his father's hands—it was big and warm in his tiny hands.
But when his father came in and fought with his mother, Elliot prayed that that person should let his guard down and be defeated by his mother. He was relieved that his mother was not injured and that the man did not beat his mother with less force than his size.
Who would have thought that this big man was his father?
And when his mother introduced him to Richard, Elliot already suspected that the person before him was his father. But… for some reason, Elliot felt scared and doubtful.
