"I'm sorry, my baby. Dad was awful to you." I combed her hair through my fingers.

And in our third meeting, it was chanceless. She called me a monster. "Definitely, I'm a monster." I stroked her cheeks gently.

"Please, come back baby. Daddy will protect you. Mommy loves you more than anyone." It's very hard to swallow the lump which formed in my throat.

"You have a little sister or brother on their way. Don't you want to play with them?" I kissed her forehead.

"Sir?" ...