The Photo

That name was awfully familiar to her.

Edgar. Danny.

A particular scene from her memory became vivid to her. While the entire content wasn't clear to her, but she recalled a younger character calling her father 'Danny' as a nickname.

Also when her father died, a boy by the name Edgar visited his grave, leaving behind a bouquet of flowers.

Her heart skipped a beat while her eyes scrutinized the tall man from top to bottom.

Was this her father?

"What will I tell you about calling me Danny?" he chided.

Edgar lowered his gaze at his strict manner. Evelyn absentmindedly tasted her ice-cream, thinking how intimidating the man was. But despite that, she still wanted to have him as her father.

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The nanny was cooking in the kitchen, and Evelyn had the time to herself. She locked the door of her mother's bedroom and started to search through it. Apparently, her mom had her father's picture which she would look at and feel nostalgic about.

Her small stature made the search limited for her.

At first, she opened the drawers, but nothing was inside them. She checked under the covers and the pillows. Putting all of her arm strength into use, she tried to lift the mattress. Of course, she could only get glimpse of the corners.

Feeling breathlessness at it, she sat on the floor and leaned against the bed in order to gather up her energy. Then, knowing the nanny would be calling her in a while, she quickly got up.

She opened the closet and dragged the small table by the bedside. Standing on her tiptoes, she tried to look at the top of the closet, but the height was impossible for her to reach. She could barely touch it with her hands.

Going through the closet was fruitless. There was no picture of her father inside. That's when the nanny called for her to have dinner.

"I am coming!" she exclaimed.

She jumped down from the table, but unfortunately, her hair tangled with the button of her mom's coat. Failing to notice that, she came crashing down with the coat out of clumsiness, and a cry of pain left her mouth when her elbow collided and scratched against a rough surface.

The coat fell on her head.

Tears welled up at her eyes at the pain.

The sound didn't go unnoticed by the nanny who rushed over and knocked on the door, calling for Evelyn's attention.

"Evelyn, are you alright?"

Evelyn removed the coat from over her head, struggling due to the pain, and answered, "Yeah! I just fell. I am coming. Give me a minute."

After that, Evelyn stood up, and that's when her eyes went towards the photo that fell from the coat's pocket. Her eyes narrowed as she reached for it.

The back of the photo had 'bastard' and other curse words written on it in black ink. Her heart started to beat rapidly in her chest as she turned the photo in anticipation.

Her eyes widened at wedding photo.

It was of her mom and Daniel.

While her mom had that bright and youthful smile, Daniel wore a stoic and bored expression. This made her scrunch up her nose due to frustration.

At the same time, sadness overflowed her chest, knowing that this was the only photo of Daniel and her mom taken together. That's why, until the day of their death, both of them held on to the photo, regarding it as precious.

Evelyn hugged the photo.

Things will go right this time.

She will make it happen.

Evelyn blinked away the tears.

After that, she brought the photo over to the mirror and compared the features. They had a matching pair of blue eyes. The hair was similar too.

Following this, she grabbed her tablet and captured a photo of the picture. Her lips curved to form a grin.

And that's when, her eyes swept over the room. The messy state made her freeze, and her expression fell immediately.

She had to clean all that up, right?