Where's My Daughter

The moment Jordan ended the call, he lowered his head slightly, noticing the young girl beside him, Anna, who gazed up at him, probably wondering what was going on.

Her innocent eyes seemed to search for answers, and in that brief moment, Jordan couldn't help but feel a rush of protectiveness.

With a soft sigh, he crouched down to her level, his large hand gently brushing against her cheek as he flashed a warm smile.

It was a fleeting moment of tenderness, but it meant everything to him.

"Anna," Jordan began, his voice calm and collected despite the storm of thoughts swirling in his mind. "I was thinking maybe we could grab a meal. We've just finished our horse riding, and I thought it might be nice. Would you like that?" He asked with a relaxed tone, masking the tension that lingered in his chest.

Anna's face lit up with excitement, and without a second thought, she nodded eagerly.