She remains silent. Her eyes gaze at me intensely. I take both of her hands, holding them tightly, making sure she doesn't feel alone anymore. "Before we get out of the car and meet your mother, there's something you need to know first."

Then I tell her in detail about my search that I didn't inform her about beforehand. I told her that waiting for her to find answers where she wasn't making any effort to search would only haunt her with questions like 'why' and 'whose fault is it,' and I ...