Alex contemplated his little girl, who was asleep in her little bed.

- My God... How much you look like your father... Francès!

Those little dimples in the corners of her lips when she smiled, that chubby little body, and the curls of her hair.

Alex had been so unhappy when Bobby left.

She had been devastated, feeling alone, abandoned.

And especially she had felt an immense emptiness.

Nothing had been able to brighten her days.

And then one day...

She had started to have nausea, hot flashes.

She had also had a few small ailments.

And that's when she realized that she was pregnant!

There could be no doubt about the father.

Robert Goren.

He was the only one she had ever had sex with.

Only once had they slept together, and from that union his daughter Frances was born.

No other man had managed to interest her, not even a little.

She had been proposed to, but they had all been rejected.

These men were not Goren...

She loved Goren deeply, and nothing since that night was the same.

That night, she had given him her body, but much more...her heart.

She thought only of him.

And when she looked at Francès, she saw him looking at her daughter.

She couldn't... couldn't forget him...

If it wasn't for that damn promise...

Alex wanted so much to tell her about Francès.

That he was the father of a wonderful little girl.

But she couldn't.

She had promised...

They were not to see each other, not to contact each other after that night.

Still, she had told herself, he should know about his daughter.

But if she had contacted him, how would he have taken it...

Would he have turned her down...Or would that have made him decide to come back...

Alexandra remembered the birth of her daughter.

But especially the moment when she had held her in her arms.

She had been so unhappy to be alone on the day of her birth, wishing so much that her father was there.

But as soon as she looked at her, her little girl gave her a big smile, she raised her fists, and she felt alive again.

Her heart started beating again.

Her little girl was a part of Bobby.

He would always be there for her.

That's what gave her a little hope.

And little by little, with the passing of time, with the passing of years, Frances had grown up.

She looked more and more like her father.

Everything in her was Bobby!

Everything, well almost...

The only detail that differentiated her from her father was the color of her hair.

She had inherited the blondness of her hair, but the curls of her hair, and the brown color of her eyes were those of her father.

She also had the physiognomy of her father's body.

She was tall, and a little chubby.

- Mom.

Alex smiled affectionately at Francès, who had just woken up.

Frances looked at her, his brown eyes shining with concern.

His mother was not well.

And even though she tried to show her otherwise, she knew she was sad at times.

Frances was a very anxious little girl.

She was always worried about her mom.

Especially when her mom had a sad face.

The face she had right now.

- Don't worry, Frances...everything is fine!

She leaned over her daughter, brought her face close to hers, and with delicacy, placed a kiss on her forehead.

- Go back to sleep...Mommy is staying here...

Frances took her mother's hand in her little handcuff.

- Mommy...Alex nodded, motioning for her to continue. You know I love you...And I'll always be here...

Alex felt his heart overflow with love for his daughter.

Frances was always worried about her.

When she was just a little girl.

How she loved her daughter.

She wouldn't go back in time and not have her for anything in the world.

And that was because of Bobby.

Her heart sank.

But at the deep look in her daughter's eyes, she pulled herself together.

Damn it...

That way of reading her just by looking at her...

It was the spitting image of Goren.

She turned her attention back to her little girl.

- I know that, my angel...

She intertwined her fingers with those of her little girl.

She stayed at her bedside until Frances fell into a deep sleep.