Crystal
Miguel Wayne stood frozen meters away from me. He looked intimidating that you would hesitate to approach him in his dark gray trouser suit—it was the same as the one Erik used to wear every time we meet.
Erik was right when he said that I looked like a bit of my father. His eyes were hazel and his hair was blonde like sunshine. He seemed to be in his early 50s.
I guess, the only trait I didn't get from him was the towering height and face shape. His jaws were wide, unlike mine which were oval-shaped like my mother.
"W-what are you doing here?" That was the first thing I asked when he began to step toward me. Anger was fuelling my heart to race faster. "We don't need your help if that's what you think! We didn't need you before, we will not be needing you now! So back off and—"
"All this time, I've been just around you, Crystal. You have no idea how much I wanted to get near you, only I was afraid to be cast away by my own daughter," he said in a broken voice.
