Hannah POV
"Dad. I'm fine honestly" I said adamantly as he led me to the back of the ambulance.
"You had a gun at your head Hannah" he pointed out and he sat me on the step at the back as a paramedic came over and checked my face.
"But he didn't do anything" I said as the paramedic pressed on the bruise on the top of my head where he had hit me and knocked me out. I cringed a little at the pain and dad pounced.
"See! You are injured Hannah, you winced" he said and I rolled my eyes.
"She doesn't seem to have concussion but just take it easy for the next few days." The paramedic advised and dad thanked him before he went off back into the apartment.
"I told you I was fine" I jutted my chin out at him and I stood up from the step. We weren't allowed in the flat. Currently it was being processed as a crime scene. The CSI's were upstairs now.
"But it put my mind at ease" dad replied and before I could reply a man who I learned was called Mac came towards us.
"You say it was self-defence?" Mac checked and dad nodded.
"He had a gun pointed at Hannah Mac" Don said and Mac looked back at the apartment building.
"It seems it was...we're going to be here for another few hours or so...I would book a hotel for the night" Mac advised and Don nodded.
"Will do...thanks Mac" dad said and Mac walked back off into the building.
"We'd best go find somewhere" dad said and he began to walk down the sidewalk with me at his side.
"And we're not using the car because..." I trailed off waiting for him to answer.
"Because Mac wants to process it to make sure there's nothing wrong with it" he answered. New York was a busy place. I didn't realise how busy it was. Dad lived in Manhattan which was a nice place but really busy compared to where I had lived. It actually made me feel nervous.
"We'll get something to eat first" dad said and he turned into a small cafe which was quite quiet. Dad took a seat in a booth and I sat opposite him. We ordered food and then there was a silence.
"I don't know what to say" dad suddenly piped up and I stopped drinking my milkshake and removed my mouth from the straw.
"You don't have to say anything" I told him but he shook his head.
"But he had a gun at your head Hannah...I don't know what to say. You seem to be handling it well" he observed and I shrugged.
"He deserved it...I don't want to think about it" I told him and he nodded.
"Okay...I understand" he said and I laughed.
"It's fine dad. I'm fine. No damage...but...I want to go see mum's grave" I told him and his blue eyes dropped to the plate of chips which had just been placed in the middle of the table.
"Mac said it's back to normal now...nothing is wrong with it" he told me but he didn't answer my question. I picked up a chip and ate it and dad did the same.
"I want to know where she is dad...please" I pleaded with him.
"Okay. We'll eat this and then go" he promised and we began to eat. We ate in silence and when we had finished we began walking again. We were stood outside the gates of the cemetery when dad grasped onto my hand and held it hard. We walked slowly down the rows of white marble grave stones until dad stopped and looked down upon the grave of Emily Rose Flack. There was a single rose lying on top of the stone and the earth had been recently turned. Her stone was simple: "here lies Emily Rose Flack. Loving mother and wife. May she be remembered in our hearts."
"She was twenty one when she died...she was beautiful Hannah. So young. I wish she was still here, so she could be with us" dad said and a tear escaped my eye. I wish I had gotten to know my own mother before she was cruelly snatched from me. But now the man who did that was dead. Where was the justice in that?
"I remember bits of her" I said suddenly and dad looked down at me and raised a brow.
"I remember her singing...I don't know what, but I can vaguely remember her voice. Did she sing often to me?"
"She did...she was always humming a tune. We had you when we were young. Nineteen and we were given a child" he said almost in disbelief.
"Did you want a girl or a boy?" I asked as I continued staring at the marble.
"Your mother wanted a girl...I was happy with either. A boy I could take to the Yankees match, but a girl I could protect and spoil rotten. I know I didn't but I wished I could have" he regretted.
"Dad?" I asked and looked at him.
"Yeah?" he replied.
"Hug me" I whispered and he slowly wrapped his arms around me and I slid my arms around his waist. It felt nice. To have my dad hug me. We must have stayed there for a while, just hugging each other and looking down upon mum's grave.