As soon as the call was ended, Selena turned to the man in the wheelchair. She stared at him for a little longer than normal. She had imagined many things about this man but had never thought of seeing him like this.
"Is she coming?" Alan asked, pushing the wheelchair a bit toward her. His voice brought Selena back to reality.
She looked away from him. "Yes, she is coming."
Alan's lips curled into a small smile, but his demeanor betrayed his nervousness. He was excited with the prospect of meeting his daughter but at the same time, he was anxious to face her. Could he be able to make her understand?
"I-I'll bring some coffee for you." Selena turned and walked toward the kitchen. But before she could take a few steps, she felt a warm hand clasping her wrist. Her breathing caught in her throat.
"I don't need coffee," Alan said slowly. "Talk to me. I want to hear you."
