Gareth stood up reluctantly. He leaned in closer to look at me, his palms trembling non-stop. "You… you’re Millicent's child?”
"Yes, I am." I looked at Garet, eyes unblinking.
He was my father. I had almost stayed unknowing of the truth about who I was. I had never had a father figure in my memory, but now he was in front of me.
Gareth stepped back. There was a look of disbelief on his face that was covered with the vestiges of time at the moment. Rosa stepped forward and supported him. "Gareth..."
She called Gareth's name softly with reluctance and tenderness.
Rosa helped him down again, and Gareth beckoned to me. "Come here, child. Let me take a look at you.”
I stepped forward and stopped a few inches away from Gareth.
I only realized how much older Gareth was half-crouched before him.
"I thought you looked so similar to Millicent when I first saw you, but really, I didn't expect you to be our child." Gareth looked at me with tears in his eyes. "I’m John Lovere, your father."
Hot tears fell onto the back of my hand after these words were said.
Gareth cried.
"I know. I guessed it the first time I came to see you." My voice softened the more I spoke.
"Will you be willing to call me your father once?”
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