“Yes. I’ve made sure of it now, it’s your turn.” Mr. Hamilton was talking to someone on the phone while staring outside his office window.
The door to his office opened as Iris walked in about to announce her presence but halted. The seriousness of his voice was something she took as a hint that this call was important.
“How can I be sure about it?” he asked and sounded angry.
Her eyes traveled around his office to find only books and magazine along with some modern abstract painting.
There among them was her childhood pics taken from afar. She ran her long pointed fingers on them and a smile crossed her face. She glanced back at the man only to find him studying her with arms crossed and leaning against the wall.
“Dad…” She addressed before going to him and hugged him feeling gratefu
