“Well, I should get going. I suggest you ask your parents about what happened that year." Noticing Selina's preoccupied expression, Eleanor rose to leave.

Selina responded in a distracted manner. Once Eleanor was gone, she paid the bill and exited the cafe.

Upon reaching a quiet corner, she eagerly dialed her father.

“Hello? Selina, aren't you usually asleep by now?"

The warm voice of the middle-aged man echoed from the phone.

Selina got straight to the point.

“Dad, I need to ask you something. You must tell me the truth."

“What's going on?"

"Is my godmother's daughter still alive?”

Selina gripped the phone tightly, straining to pick up every nuance in her father's response.

Through the receiver, she could hear the man‘s breathing, slightly labored, intermingled with traces of tension and surprise.

Could it be true?

“Dad, say something!"

At last, her father found his voice.

"Selina, why would you suddenly bring up such a question?"

“Dad, there must be a reason why I'm asking. You just need to confirm if the child was alive or dead," Selina demanded, her voice tense with anxiety.

There was a weighty silence.

After what felt Like an eternity, her father replied, “Yes, the child didn't die back then!"

What?

She was right!

Selina felt a sinking feeling in her heart.

“Dad, how could the child still be alive? Didn't my godfather task you with handling the child's funeral?"