Mum rushed forward, pulling me away.

“Stay the hell away from my daughter—”

The words died in her throat as she took in the familiar face.

She staggered back.

“Richards?”

“Dee…” Dad croaked.

A loud gasp left her lips, she brought her palm over it, her eyes taking on a glassy hue.

“Oh my God, Richy…” she whispered.

Dad stepped closer.

“It's me, Dee.”

She dove for him, her arms wrapping around his neck while his came around her waist.

“Richy…” she called again this time with tears rolling down her face.

While I stood there still in shock.

A small crowd began forming around us, murmuring and whispering amongst...