LOVED SEVENTY NINE

They got to the police station a bit late because of traffic that they had not expected. Ophelia was shocked to see her dad still waiting for them, even though he hated those who came late for things.

"You are here," Carter said, trying to hold himself from grilling them about coming late.

"So sorry we are late; we were stuck in traffic for quite some time." Ophelia apologized immediately before her dad could make a big deal out of it. She had seen a lot of people lose out because they had been late to appointments with her dad. It was one of the things he never tolerated.

"It is fine; traffic can happen." Ophelia could not help the shock that climbed her face. Her father understood them? Was that possible?

"Dad?" she asked, stepping forward so she could look at his face properly. "Are you sick?" she asked because that would be the only explanation that made sense; it had to be that he had been diagnosed with some kind of illness and it was making him change so much.

"What nonsense ar