Who could be ringing...

Nobody was supposed to come today!

Catherine Eames, his sister, was only coming this weekend with her nephew.

So who could it be...

- Mom, I'll open the door...

Francès jumped up, dropped what she was doing.

She rushed to the door, all excited, and jumped to her feet.

- Be careful...Frances!

The little girl shook her blonde curls;

She came back to her mother, and kissed her cheek.

Her mother was always worried about her.

She had learned from her grandfather that one day when she was a baby, she had been seriously ill.

Since that day, her mom was always worried about her, even when it was nothing or not much.

But since she didn't want to worry her mother, she was careful.

- I promise...

Frances opened the door.

She found herself face to face with two legs

She went up the legs, then the torso of the person, to find herself towards the face of a man with white curls, and of a rather advanced age.

Wow...

She opened her mouth to close it again.

How big was this man...

She had never seen anyone so tall.

The little girl opened her mouth, then closed it again.

She had never seen anyone so tall.

Yet even her grandfather was not so tall, even though he was already very tall.

But this man...

- Who are you...She turned around, screaming. Mom, there's an old man at the door. And you should see how tall he is...

An old man...

How flattering that was.

And how tall he was.

This little girl didn't seem to have her tongue in her pocket.

She was Eames' daughter for that.

Goren looked at the little blonde head in front of him.

She was tall for her age, she had a little doll's face, big brown eyes, and long golden curls.

He tried to calculate her age.

Three or four years old...That way...

Could it really be that this little girl was his daughter?

But her curls...

Alex had always had straight hair, and the little girl with curly hair...

She was so small compared to him.

- Frances?

Bobby gasped at Alex's voice.

He blushed violently.

His heart beat violently in his chest.

Alex...

He was going to see her again.

But how should he behave...

He did not have time to think about it.

Already Alex had appeared.

She had medium-length hair that reached below her shoulders.

Her big hazel eyes were shining with worry.

And her face, still had delicate features, but had taken a few small wrinkles, due to worry.

She had become a little overweight, which must be due to the pregnancy.

But she was simply beautiful.

He could not take his eyes off her.

His breathing quickened.

Eames was holding a book in his arms.

The cover was very colorful, it represented two little girls, and the title was none other than "Les petites filles modèles" by the Countess of Segur.

The book had to be the little girl's.

Arrived at the level of the door, and at the height of Francès, Alex stops as prohibited, the heart beating to break.

She dropped the book, which fell to the ground, and put her hands against her mouth.

Bobby...

It couldn't be possible...

It couldn't be him...

Her heart sank, tears welled up in her eyes.

Frances looked at his mother with concern.

Why did she look so sad when she saw this man?

Seeing the worried look that Frances gave her, she took a deep breath and pulled herself together.

Frances rushed to the book that her mother had dropped.

With delicacy, she picked it up.

She wiped it with her hands, analyzing each corner to see if it was not damaged.

She carried it against her heart, squeezing it affectionately.

Phew...it wasn't damaged.

Goren was touched by the scene of the little girl, who was holding her book tightly to her.

This little girl reminded him of his mother, who despite her illness, had always been careful with books.

He turned his attention to Alexandra, looking at her with his brown eyes.

Eames gently placed his hands on his daughter's shoulders.

- The little girl nodded. I'll take care of the man.

Frances shook her long golden curls, jumped to her feet, and headed for the living room.

- Can I come in?

Goren's voice was hesitant.

He didn't know how to behave.

The last time he had seen her...

He blushed violently at the memory.

He had never been able to forget that night...

That one and only night.

Alex nodded, letting him in, to close the door behind her.