Mia pressed her face against the car window, greedily watching her father. The man dragged his leg as he walked, and Mia realized Michael now had a limp. She desperately wanted to throw open the car door and reunite with him, but Vivian held her back firmly.
"Let me go!"
"Darling! Calm down!"
"How can I be calm? He's become a cleaner, someone anyone can yell at!"
"This is worse than killing him!" Mia cried out agitatedly.
"Enough, Mia! You need to understand! This could all be a conspiracy!"
"Why did you get news of Michael as soon as you returned to the country? Don't you think it's a little too coincidental? Perhaps it's a trap!"
Vivian comforted Mia as she slowly started the car.
"Then what do you think we should do?" Mia slumped back against the seat, staring out the window.
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