I’m crying in agony, wondering how I’ll survive without my Princess. Dad rose from his chair, he walked over me and stood behind me.

He placed his hand over my shoulder and squeezed it. “I’m sorry. I never want-want to do this with you.” I moved my sorrowful eyes at him, he was crying too.

“I know, Dad. I know you’re helpless like me. We can’t do anything because it’s about mom and Princess’s safety.” I halt to breathe deeply. “I don’t want, anybody, ...