Seven years had elapsed, and logically, the driver had completed his prison term.

While such heavy punishment could not replace her father, it was the best outcome she could hope for.

Evidently, Sabrina was a forgotten entity for the truck driver, who bypassed her to head into the men's restroom.

“Sabrina, what has caught your attention?”

Bettie, emerging from the restroom, noticed Sabrina's absent-mindedness. She tracked Sabrina's gaze to the men's restroom but found nothing amiss.

“It's nothing." Sabrina dismissed. “We should be getting to our flight."

"Alright."

As Sabrina took three steps, glancing back at the restroom, she was clouded by confusion.

From the inquiries of the police and prosecutors, it was clear that the truck driver was from a modest, if not impoverished, background. Why was he present here?

Domestic flights were budget-friendly but they were currently in the departure lounge for international flights. The passengers for the scheduled flights in this lounge were all travelling to distant locations. Considering the peak tourism season, the fare would be steep. How could a newly-released prisoner afford such an expense?

Lost in her thoughts, Sabrina collided with a man. Bettie was quick to prevent her from tumbling.

"My apologies." Sabrina, regaining her senses, offered an apology.

"It's alright," the man replied, before taking his Leave.

“Sabrina, what were you thinking about? You seemed distant. You didn't respond when I tried to catch your attention."

"Nothing."

Upon seeing Sabrina's silence, Bettie queried skeptically, “Are you still hung up on Tyrone?”

"No, absolutely not. Why would I be thinking of him?" Sabrina refuted.

"Just checking, relax. Were you indeed thinking about him?"

Sabrina was left speechless.

After enduring a nearly twenty-hour long journey, they arrived in Oslo at around two in the afternoon, as per local time, and proceeded to their hotel.