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Once again, Veronica found herself running home, making her body feel tired and exhausted. As soon as she reached her apartment, she headed straight for the bathroom without paying much attention to her surroundings. Unbeknownst to her, the apartment appeared different from usual.

After a lengthy shower, Veronica lay down on her bed, closed her eyes, and began to relax. Her body was fatigued, and she decided to rest for a while before having lunch.

Veronica felt her heart race as she realized that the voice and presence of the person beside her wasn't a dream or hallucination. It was real. Frans, the man she had missed so dearly, was sitting right beside her.

"Sir?" Veronica said, her voice filled with disbelief, as she rubbed her eyes to make sure this wasn't some illusion.

Frans smiled and gently patted Veronica's head. "Yes, what's wrong? Were you hoping for someone else to be here?" he teased with a slight pout.

"No, it's not that, Father. I just thought..." Veronica's words