Danniel Blake’s nerves tightened all night before finally letting go.
He squatted down, reached out and touched her head, peeled off the hair covering her face, his voice was slightly hoarse but his words were clear: “Moly Harris , I finally found you.”
Her hair is messy, her clothes are crumpled, and there are fine beads of sweat on her forehead, but fortunately, it’s a mess.
Danniel Blake stretched out his hand to hug her, but his arm was wrapped around her back, she was frightened and struggling with her eyes, and said weakly, “Go away…”
Danniel Blake’s expression had already calmed down, but it was a little gloomy again.
He looked at Moly Harris deeply, and after a few seconds, he leaned to her ear and said softly, “I am Alfred Blake, I will take you home.”
The arc of Moly Harri
