âPhotos, photos,â Paul muttered, unable to recognize who was before him.
Josie stepped forward, noticing a stack of documents in the red box. Below them were various trinkets, and even a medical license. She was somewhat taken aback, as she remembered leaving these items in Mason Garden back in Wavery.
The last time she saw them was when she was finalizing her divorce from Dexter.
Why are they here?
Paul continued to mutter about a photo. Josie grabbed his hand. âWhat photo? Tell me about it.â
âA photo of Jo with her hair braided,â Paul replied very seriously. âI canât lose itâ¦â
Josie paused. She roughly knew which photo Paul was referring to. She took out her phone, removed the phone case, and there it was, the tiny photo hidden underneath. Ever since she left two years ago, she had always carried it with her.
âIs this the one?â she asked, spreading it open in her palm.
Paulâs eyes lit up as he immediately grabbed the photo, clutching it tightly in his hand. âItâs Jo. Iâve found her!â
Afterward, he looked up, only to see Josie, whose face was full of sorrow. He froze. âAre you⦠Are you Jo?â
Even though it was a question, it nearly brought Josie to tears. âDo you recognize me now?â
Even though she knew that Paulâs moments of lucidity were fleeting, she still held onto a sliver of hope. She grasped Paulâs hand. âItâs me, Jo from the photo. Do you recognize me?â
Paul glanced at the photo, then back at her, struggling to recognize her. He then tightly gripped her hand. âJo, have you returned from university for the holidays?â
Josieâs expression froze on her face. She took a deep breath, realizing something she should have known long ago.
âYeah, Iâm back for the holidays. I can spend quality time with you.â
âWith me? Do you have enough money? How about you go on a trip? If you donât have enough, Iâll give you some more.â Paul spoke cautiously, fearful of being overheard. âIâve been secretly working an extra job without telling your mother. I havenât handed in this salary. Itâs all for you.â
His face was filled with tenderness.
Josie was on the verge of tears again. âThank you, Pop.â
Paul was almost entranced as he gazed at her face, his eyes slightly open. âWhy do you look so pale? Have you been overworking yourself at school?â
Josie forced out a smile. âA little. Pop, what would you do if someone hurt me?â
Paul said sternly, âOf course, I would fight for you. Who is it? Who hurt you? Is it that boyfriend youâve been talking about? Iâve said it before, heâs not from our world! Iâll go find him.â
At least, he still remembers Morgan. Josie was caught between laughter and tears. She bent down to hug Paul. âSo, if anyone dares to bully you, Iâll fight them to the end as well.â
Paul wore a look of bewilderment. Josie pulled out a tissue, gently wiping his eyes and the corners of his mouth, before slowly asking, âPop, do you think those without mothers are pitiful?â
Josie hadnât expected him to respond, yet he seriously said, âThey are.â
âI, too, have no mother, yet I donât feel sorry for myself.â
For the majority of her life, she had not experienced maternal love. Even after learning that Claudia was her mother, she had no intention of interacting with her much.
Paul laughed and teased her for being forgetful, âThatâs because I played the roles of both father and mother, have you forgotten?â
Josie smiled, then suddenly remembered that Dexter had lost his father at a very young age. At the same time, he was also without a mother, with only his grandfather providing him with boundless love.
Now, his grandfather had also passed away.