Just this alone was enough to make Jonathan despair.
He remembered her as such a gentle and mild girl who would never joke like this. Looking at the woman on the ID card with the name Annie Miller and calm eyes, the last flicker of hope in his heart extinguished.
Maybe she really wasn't her. Maybe he was just wishfully thinking too much.
While the two of them silently confronted each other, the little girl in her arms, Josie, nervously scanned them with her bright black eyes. The delicate little girl shrank into her mother's embrace and said pitifully,
"Mommy, Josie doesn't want to be here. Josie wants to go home..."
She looked at Josie with surprise and joy, tears welling up in her eyes,
"Josie, you, you—"
Because Josie had never spoken such a long sentence before. Most of the time, she was silent, occasionally saying simple words like "hungry" or "toilet." She didn't know Josie could speak such a long sentence!
