Chapter 24

"How old is she?" She asked curiously. "Almost three and a half." My heart picked a race. Why is she asking this? She furrowed her brows together as to debating herself whether to let out her query. "Riya, by chance..." She began but Sweety came and sat on my lap, distracting me from her questions. "Ahh?" I asked once again. "Her eyes are just like him," she said and I heard my heart pounding heavily in my rib cage. "Yeah! She has her dad's eyes." I redirected her statement and faked a small smile. "Ohh!!" She stayed silent for a while. "Where is he now?" Don't ask me, please. I begged inside my heart. "He was dead." This time Sweety answered for me. "Ohh! I'm so sorry Riya. I didn't expect this." Her eyes held pure anguish for me. "It's okay Rachel, we can't predict our life." I assured her with my smiles. She looked at her phone and gave me a warm smile but it didn't reach her eyes. She seems confused. "Okay, Riya. It's getting late. We have to go, Mark is waiting for us."