Without hesitation, Be responded, “My daughter’s name is Fiona.


    She’s four, slender, with pale lips.


    Her hair is golden and curly, and she has brown eyes.


    She’s a nail-biter.


    ”


    With the child’s features in mind, Zoe and I swiftly split up to search for her.


    As Ibed the stairwell, my phone chimed.


    ncing at the caller ID, I saw it was Elena.


    I stepped into a quiet corner and tapped the answer button.


    My daughter’s yful voice chimed in shortly after.


    “Mommy, I miss you loads.


    When are youing back?”


    “Elena, what’s keeping you busy?”


    Elena replied, ‘m watching a cartoon with my brother in the hospital.


    It’s so funny.


    The children in the kindergarten are all watching it recently.


    Dn and I like it very much.


    ”


    As anticipated, the cartoon’s background music kicked in as she finished speaking, the cheerful tunes filtering through the phone.


    At that very moment, I heard a faint rustlinging from a corner of the staircase.


    I swiftly scanned the area and spotted a young girl.


    She peeked around cautiously, her curiosity piqued by the cartoon’s catchy tune.


    The girl matched Fiona’s description.


    She had shimmering golden locks, warm brown eyes, a slender frame, and a nervous habit of nail-biting.


    She must be Be’s daughter.


    As soon as I ended the call, I approached the girl with careful, measured steps.


    Drawing near, I crouched and asked gently, “You’re Fiona, right?”


    The girl confirmed with a nod, her gaze a swirl of confusion and curiosity, unsure how I knew her name.


    “Hello, Fiona.


    I’m a friend of your mother.


    ” I introduced myself.


    “Fiona, why did you leave? Your mother is incredibly worried.


    She’s searching all over for you.


    ”


    Fiona’s eyes flooded with tears, her expression filled with sorrow.


    She sniffled and said between sobs, “I don’t want to be in the hospital.


    I just want to go home.


    ”


    Peering at Fiona’s pitiful face, I asked patiently, “Why? Did something happen?”


    Tears streamed down Fiona’s flushed cheeks.


    Her small, quivering shoulders revealed her deep distress, evoking sympathy from me.


    My chest tightened.


    I pulled her into my arms and said, “Please, Fiona, don’t cry.


    You can tell me anything; your secrets are safe with me.


    ”


    Fiona’s moistened eyes glistened.


    She bit her trembling lip and said in a hushed voice, “My parents have been arguing a lot because I’m in the hospital.


    I didn’t want them to fight anymore, so I ran away.


    I thought everything would return to normal if I wasn’t in the hospital.


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