Chapter 3

It was already three in the morning when I finally found Dad.

He stood in front of our old house, holding two cotton candies that had already melted into sticky messes.

"Emily, come here! I got some cotton candy for you and Samuel," he said. "Why didn't you wait for me at the school gate after school? Did you sneak off to play again?"

The sticky syrup dripped onto his calloused hands.

I suddenly rushed into his arms, unable to hold back anymore, and burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. "Dad, why are you wandering around?"

After that day, Dad and…