"Gift? What gift?"
Dorothy Zechariah raised her neck to ask.
Dirk Carter loosened his hold on Dorothy and walked to the office door. Once he opened it, Dorothy was immediately stunned.
At the door.
Stood a person.
It was none other than Barron Zechariah.
Though the red vest had become a signature suit, during his time at the detention center, Barron's originally black hair had now turned mostly white.
"Dad..."
Unable to hold back, tears burst forth.
Dorothy rushed towards Barron.
Barron affectionately embraced her, saying, "Don't cry. Why are you crying? Isn't Daddy alright?"
"Dad, you've gotten thinner, and your hair is all white. You must have suffered a lot inside, right?"
Dorothy's hand stroked her father's weathered face as she asked, somewhat choked up.
Barron glanced at Dirk Carter standing not far away.
He reached out to wipe his daughter's tears.
