The man was filled with tubes here and there to help him survive. He was in worse condition than she'd imagined and she wasn't able to process or act in that instant.
Mr. Sokolov's eyes fluttered open at the sound of her voice and his hands twitched.
"Ade…Adeline."
Her body trembled at the sound of her name and slowly, she walked towards the bed and sat down on the stool next to him. "Dad…Dad, it's me, Adeline. I'm over here. I'm okay. I am okay…" She'd begun crying by the last words.
A smile emerged on the man's face and he turned his head to the side to look at her. "T-that is good. I was…so worried that…I didn't protect you. But…You're okay. I am happy." He reached out his weak hand to cup her cheek. "My girl."
