THE WALTON MANSION***
Mr Walton could be seen seating at the bar and drinking himself to stupor. He looks so much depressed. Its been a week since his wife started missing and yet he couldn't do a thing. The police couldn't find her no matter the efforts they put on her search.
His phone started ringing and when he stares at the screen, it was Arianna, his daughter.
Tears falls out of his eyes. The fact he kept hiding ot from his daughter is hurting. He wiped his eyes and pick up the call in shaking hands.
"Father" Arianna voice came in and he sigh.
He sniff in. "Father, are you okay?" She asked over the phone.
"I'm fine my child" he said making sure his voice is normal.
"Have you been crying?" Arianna said again. "No my child. How's my grandson doing over there" He added trying to change the topic.
"Of course he's fine but that's so unfair daddy, how about me?" She muttered and Mr Walton smiled sadly.