"Alessa..."
Joanne stood in the doorway with excitement and disbelief on her face, her voice shaking.
The girl sitting by the window looked just like her father at that age. She had grown up, but her eyes and eyebrows are still the same as when she was a child.
Her own daughter was still alive.
Alessa wasn't allowing herself to feel excited. She stood up and said very politely, "Hello, Mrs. Rowe."
Joanne’s face changed when she heard her call herself Mrs. Rowe. But she had no time to care more; she was so happy to see her that she rushed up and held her daughter in her arms. Sob broke from her.
"Alessa, it's so good that you’re not dead... I miss you so much..."
After she poured out her years of longing and pain to her daughter, she suddenly realized that something was wrong. Aless
