Perhaps... I Can Help

"My wife had calmed down a lot with the medical staff looking after her."

"She had wanted to come out and look for our daughter too, but I stopped her."

"I told her one of us needed to stay with the police and keep up with the investigation."

"I didn't want our daughter to remain missing and my wife to collapse too."

Driver Uncle suddenly smiled, though his face looked exhausted.

After such intense emotions came a hollow sense of loss.

He was at a loss.

He couldn't help pulling his daughter's photo from his pocket. He had only meant to glance at it, but before long he was staring at it, lost in thought.

His daughter was the most precious thing in the world to him and Child's Mom. She was their little ray of sunshine. He still remembered the way the tiny bundle of joy had earnestly told them that she would take good care of them when she grew up...

If something happened to her...

What would he and Child's Mom do?

Driver Uncle's mouth tasted so bitter it nearly brought him to tears.

Maybe he'd really had too much coffee?

Tsk, he didn't know why young people these days liked such bitter stuff.

"Smack, smack~"

His despondency lasted only a few moments before Driver Uncle slapped his cheeks hard twice. A flush spread across his dark complexion, but his expression had regained some of its usual cheer. "Sorry for taking up your time, Student."

"Talking it all out really did make me feel a lot better."

He seemed to be full of energy again, and much of his physical weariness had faded.

"Thanks for the coffee, Student."

"I have to go."

"My daughter is waiting for me."

Driver Uncle stood up, pushed his