Sylvia took out something from the box again, two photo frames. A photo of a man and a woman in wedding clothes and Ted was guessing that Sylvia was the woman in a wedding dress and that meant she was married. But the other photo caught his attention, a picture of a baby girl.
"Who is she, Mommy?"
"My daughter, Helen." Sylvia hugged the picture. "You see, Ted. I was happy back then. I have a husband and a child. I have a family.” Sylvia started to cry.
"Where are they, Mommy?" Ted could feel Sylvia's longing for her child and the heartache she endured. He let her speak.
“They're far from me, Ted. In a place where danger could not reach them. A place where my daughter will never know my true identity. When I accepted my father's position, Hector took our daughter away from me and never
