Who do you belong to?

Marcy was in Daniel's office, helping him to sort out some documents when there was a tentative knock at the door. 

"Come in." She answered without glancing up. 

The door squeaked as it opened up and soon it was shut close. 

"What do you need?" Marcy asked warily, raising a brow while scrutinized something on the table. However when she didn't get a reply seconds later, she finally glanced up, only to see ... 

The chair screeched back and some files fell to the floor as she leaped into the arms of the man standing before her, the tears she's been holding back, pouring out like waves, down her cheeks. 

"It's okay. It's okay." Royce cooed, rubbing her back. 

Marcy leaned back, scrutinizing him now, trying to convince herself that it was her son-in-law standing right Infront of her. 

"I thought... " Her eyes suddenly widened and she pulled back, glancing to the door where he had just walked in from.