But my soul did not follow her, but drifted back to Stephen's home.
A little girl curled up on the sofa, too tired to open her eyes.
Seeing her, Stephen slightly relaxed. He kissed her on the face and then carried her to the children's room.
I burst into tears and felt a sharp pain in my heart.
Nana...
After three years of separation, she was no longer the same as when she was just a month old, but we were connected by heart. I recognized her at a glance. She is my Nana...
My transparent hand gently touched the chubby little face of Nana.
Her eyebrows and eyes resemble me and Stephen.
This was my Nana, my baby...
Nana opened his eyes in a daze and whispered, "Daddy..."
"Have you found Mommy?"
Stephen froze, his eyes filled with complexity. "We will find her."
I broke down and cried.
My Nana... Mommy is so sorry for you... I thought.
I floated onto the small bed and lay beside Nana. As if sensing it, she turned over and nestled into my arms.
Even though I knew I couldn't touch her, I was afraid of waking her up.
My transparent hand gently patted her back. I hummed an off-key tune, just like all mothers soothing their children to sleep, gently coaxing her.
"Mommy..."
She nestled in my transparent embrace, murmuring softly in her dreams, her furrowed brow slowly relaxing as she entered dreamland.
After Nana fell asleep, Stephen gently rubbed her head. When he pulled his hand back, he found a strand of Nana's hair stuck to it.
He hesitated for a moment, inexplicably, took an evidence bag, and carefully put the hair into it.
He gently closed the door of Nana's room, sat on the sofa, and stared at the almost invisible hair in the evidence bag.
In the darkness, his figure was surrounded by an indescribable loneliness and solitude.
I don't know how long it took, I saw him reach into his shirt collar and take out a necklace from inside.
His fingertips gently touched the pendant of the necklace, with a gentle and trance-like expression, completely different from his coldness in front of my grandma during the day.
Seeing that necklace, I was a little stunned.
It was the first salary he earned from his part-time job when we just got together, a plain silver necklace.
Three years ago, when I forced him to divorce, I said that this necklace was cheap and had already been thrown away.
He hated me to the core, why did he find the necklace back, and still...
The feeling of cherishing?