Fortunately, Lucinda managed to book a rental car. The driver had been waiting on the side since earlier, allowing us to leave promptly after I turned my back on Ivan, who remained frozen in place. I held Heather close as we traveled. Though I truly wanted to cry, I couldn't afford to appear weak in front of her. "Mommy, I'm sorry..." Her voice trembled, and she began crying once more. "You're not at fault, baby," I responded gently while stroking her hair. "If only I hadn't followed Daddy. If only I hadn't introduced myself to Grandpa. If only I hadn't said I'm his child... You wouldn't be crying, Mommy. I'm sorry, Mommy." It seemed as if a tender warmth lovingly embraced my heart in reaction to my daughter's words. I count myself exceedingly fortunate to be blessed with such a brigh