"No! Piccola mia, sono io." (No! My baby, it's me.)

"Dad?"

At first, I thought I was just playing by my own ears or I was just imagining his voice, but when I heard him speak again, I suddenly crumpled up the paper on my desk without realizing that it was the attendance sheet that Craig given to me this morning.

"How are you, my Belle?"

"H-How did you know my number? Where did you get my number?" I asked him, clenching my teeth as the memories and pain of the past ...