The man in front of us thought about it for a while and choked back a sob. "My daughter is about 5.3 feet, and she is pretty. She was outstanding and well-behaved at school, she never made me worry about anything, and she would always tell me wherever she had gone. Before she disappeared, she said she was going on a trip to relax with her classmates, but I couldn't get in touch with her anymore!"
His voice was getting lower and lower, and a middle-aged man was crying to the point of breaking down in front of us.
Samuel's eyes widened as he turned around to look at George.
I was also 5.3 feet tall, exactly the same as this man's daughter.
After a while, he hesitantly said, "We just found a girl's body."
Hearing this, the man opened his mouth wide in surprise, unable to make any sound.
His entire body instantly became powerless.
The policeman beside him helped the man to his feet, his face instantly pale.
"Can I see her?"
He was almost helped to the door of the morgue by two policemen, incapable of even standing up.
The moment he was ready to open the door, the man's cell phone rang.
His daughter's name was clearly displayed on the screen of his cell phone.
He pressed the phone several times before it was connected.
A cheerful voice of a girl came from the other side. "Dad, the plane just landed. My cell phone ran out of battery, and I was afraid you'd be worried, so now I'm charging it at the store down the road."
The man helplessly held his cell phone in an instant, looking guilty.
"I'm glad you're alright. It's nice that you're fine, and I was almost scared to death."
With that, the man finally got relieved. With the strength regained in his body, he held onto the wall and walked out towards the door.
As the man left, he turned back toward the police officers and apologized.
"I'm really sorry. My wife has passed away a long time ago, and this is the only daughter I have left. She's the only support I have left to stay alive. I'm sorry for interrupting your work, and I'll leave now."
George looked at his departing back in thought.
"People are missing frequently near the end of high school. We always want clues to the deceased, but we don't want to see the desperate eyes of parents who find their children dead."
Hearing George's words, I curled up helplessly in the corner.
I thought, "Dad, no one will be desperate.
No one would care if I had died."