Although Fitch left me the house, I didn't live there.

I simply packed up Jolin's belongings and moved to a small apartment near her school, opening a café.

The daily routine kept me busy, filling my days with purpose. Seeing the children brought a sense of youthful energy to my heart.

Time passed slowly but surely. Sometimes, I wandered to the spot where Jolin was hit. I wondered if she was happy sitting in her dad's car that day, not knowing he would soon abandon her to take a phone call.

Was she scared, feeling that her dad didn't stay with her because she wasn't good enough?

Waiting alone, was...