Anne hesitated, her eyes drifting to Paule. She didn't want to go. After all these painful years, she just wanted to stay a few more moments beside her father.
Paule looked at her, his tired eyes softening as he slowly lifted his hand toward her.
But Patricia swiftly intercepted the gesture, taking his hand in hers. "Let her go," she said, feigning concern. "She must have left her job to come here. She should get back. Right?" Her eyes flicked back to Anne, sharp and dismissive. "You must be busy."
Anne felt the sting behind the words. It was clear they didn't want her here. Swallowing down the ache rising in her throat, she nodded slowly. "Papa, I'll come again later. I need to return to the office." She mustered a small, reassuring smile for him.
Paule blinked once and gave her a slow nod.
Anne lingered for a moment, then she turned and walked out.
