Three years, for some people, are just a blink of an eye. For others, it feels like an eternity, where each day, each second, is a struggle to get through.
Jonathan belonged to the latter group.
Guilt and self-blame tore at his heart, especially whenever he faced Agente. He never dared to mention her in front of Agente because every time, Agente would solemnly and stubbornly say, "Mom isn't dead. I will find her for sure! I will."
Only when something is lost do we truly understand what it means to lose.
He didn't know how to make Agente accept this cruel reality. All he could do was choose silence and allow his six-year-old daughter to use all her influence to search for any news about her mother.
He had searched too, but after countless fruitless attempts, he lost the courage to continue. His pain had no outlet because everyone around him accused him of heartlessness towards her. He could only drown his sorrows in smoking and drinking.
