BRIA
About an hour later, the recently silent environment in the police station changed dramatically with the entry of a man in a grey suit. He had a white beard that was a couple of inches longer, well groomed. His white hair was styled perfectly in a short ponytail at the back of his head.
His shiny brown shoes clicked against the old, cracked tiles of the police station as he strode confidently like he owned that place, followed by two men in black suits- his bodyguards.
"Dad!!"
Bonnie ran to him and hugged him tightly. No matter how she pretended to not like her father, she couldn't deny her love for him. It was only her anger toward him because she felt neglected by him. I didn't blame her though because he prioritised his textile business over his only child.