He let go of his collar in frustration and said, "Are you leaving again after this return?"
"How can I stay when I haven't found the person I'm looking for?"
Tim Morrison fell silent, at a loss for words.
He lifted his head to look outside the window and sighed soundlessly.
Everyone has a different definition of love. If Amanda Smith is worth all the effort to search for, then go and search for her.
He wouldn't stand in his way.
"Did you find anything?"
"Nothing," Samuel Johnson said with a faint smile, "She's hiding really well... It's been a year, and I haven't found a thing. But, if the child is still there, they must be three months old by now." He lowered his eyes, chuckled softly, his gaze touched with a hint of tenderness, "I wonder if it's a boy or a girl..."