The Honda Civic sped through the road causing dust to wake from its sleep. John was hurrying to catch the 2 pm flight to Los Angeles. It's been three weeks since the call. At first he was in disbelief, then anger and finally realization kicked in. He wanted to know. He wanted to see her.
If it is his child, he won't let her grow alone. He knows that feeling, he had gone through the pain and the scars that never healed within him. To let someone go through the same pain doesn't feel right to his conscience. But first he need to make sure that it's his daughter.
The caller, an anonymous person gave him the address to the orphanage. He double checked and came to know that there is a 12 year old girl named Rain. They didn't give him her photo saying that its strictly against their protocol. But he wanted to see her, make sure, so that he can rest his mind and conscience.
But why? Why didn't anyone tell him about his daughter before? If she is his flesh and blood he do have the right to know about her. It's been a decade and Oh God!!!Questions began to muddle in his brain. He rubbed his forehead to ease the pain. After parking his car, he grabbed the duffle bag from the trunk and hurried into the checking . Things are going to fall apart, for the better or worse.
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