As soon as Hank pushed open the door, a soft thing threw itself into his arms. Subconsciously, he thought that it was some restless secretary who came to throw herself on him and wanted to push it away directly. However, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he smelled the little girl's cold orange scent and sweet and soft milk scent.
Hank's hands, which were supposed to be pushing her, stopped. Instead, he held her in his arms and asked in a softer voice, "Why are you here?"
Sara sniffed and looked up from his arms. Her eyes were as red as a rabbit's, and she looked particularly pitiful. "I want to see you..."
The voice was still soft.
With only one sentence, the old man's heart melted immediately. He rubbed Sara's hair and said, "Does your father know that you are here?"
Sara shook her head. "I don't know."