“Sandra? Sandra, where is Devon? Where is my daughter?” A desperate voice took over the dismissing tone of her father.
That’s her mother’s voice, Melena. She recognized her soft voice during the party when she first met her.
“She’s outside, ma’am.”
“Really?! Come on, Gestoni. Hurry! Our daughter has come back.”
Devon stood there outside the gate waiting for her mother to emerge from the humongous door, ran to her to hug her. On the way, she'd imagined it would be. Her mother’s reaction is normal. What she didn’t expect is Gestoni’s reaction.
Surely, no matter how big the rift between them, he’ll not dismiss the possibility of his daughter being alive. Won’t you get even just a bit hopeful? Won’t you go out like your wife to verify?
“Devon!” Melena yelled in a mixture of hope and
