"Daddy?"

"Daddy?" Almost bursting into tears. Cole drops to his knees and sobs like a child whose pet dog died. Not knowing what to do, Pika walks up to Cole and rounds his small arms around his neck.

"It's okay, Daddy, I've been waiting for you." Hearing his sons word broke him further. "Oh.. my.. boy.. my.. son.. I'm sorry." His son, yes, he's his son. The word sounding foreign in his mouth yet fitting.

While the father and son cry their hearts out. Pika had been yearning for his father and is now finally in the arms of his father. Cole, on the other hand, had been living in emptiness and cold life since losing Sara is now feeling warmth grow in his cold heart. Shock, disbelief, despair, regret, and guilt for not looking hard enough for Sara.

Oblivious to their surrounding. A stillhouse is standing a few meters away, holding her daughter while tears stream down her face. Ethan is standing behind his brother, squeezing his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. He is doing his utmost best to