Seth Sinclair's palm cupped the back of her head, stroking it gently, placatingly.
Lianne's tears fell even more fiercely. Her fingers released the corner of his shirt, and her arms wrapped around his waist, holding him tight.
The obsession with finding her mother was deeply embedded in her very being.
From the moment she found out, she had been suppressing her emotions. Now, she could no longer hold them back.
Lianne had never cried this hard before. She trembled from head to toe, choking on her sobs, as if she had lost all composure and reason.
The tears spilling from her eyes became a rainy season, drizzling over Seth Sinclair's head and soaking him through.
Outside the car window, the city night was no different from any other—bustling and brilliant, the neon lights painting a corner of magnificent splendor.
In the black Mercedes speeding through the busy streets, the small world of the back seat seemed utterly isolated.
