Can you hug me?

I will get you back from him.

Henry paces anxiously in his room. He was waiting for Quinn to come back.

There were many unanswered questions he wanted to ask Quinn.

Like, 'why was she trying so hard to hide the truth from him'?

Was there a reason for her actions? He heard the door open, and rushed downstairs.

Quinn walked into the living room tiredly. She was exhausted.

She was startled when she saw Henry rushing downstairs.

What was up with him? Why was he looking at her with such burning gaze?

"What is wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?" Quinn decided to stop acting formally around him.

"What was your reason?" Henry grabbed her and pulled her towards him.

He hugged her tightly, burying his head in the crook of her neck.

"Pardon?" Quinn was surprised by his question.

"Why did you hide the fact that Emelda is my daughter?" Henry asked hoarsely.

"Your daughter? I think you must be mistaken, Henry." Quinn replied softly.

"I am? Come with me." He grabbed her hands and pulled her