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After several years in prison, Tohru Adachi's life had become a dull routine, punctuated only by the occasional memory of his former deeds. His time was mostly spent in solitary reflection, as he wasn't the type to make friends among the prison population. But one day, as he was reading a worn-out magazine in his cell, the prison phone rang for him. It was an uncommon occurrence, given his estrangement from the world outside.
He was led to the phone booth by a stern-faced guard. He picked up the receiver, expecting maybe a lawyer or a cold telemarketer. Instead, he heard a young girl's voice. It was hesitant, quavering with an evident nervousness.
"Hello?" Adachi's voice was tentative, a mixture of hope and uncertainty.
"Hi... um... I just..." the girl's voice wavered, the nervousness evident in her tone. Adachi strained to catch every word, his heart pounding loudly in his chest.
The call ended abruptly, leaving Adachi with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. He leaned back against the cold prison wall, his mind racing as he tried to process what had just happened. Could it be her? Could it really be Jhene's daughter, Kumi?
The guard saw the change in Adachi's demeanor and smirked, "Someone you know?"
Adachi didn't reply. He was lost in his thoughts. Images of the past flooded his mind—the moments he had shared with Jhene, the memories of her warmth and kindness, the laughter they had shared. And now, years later, he found himself faced with the possibility of a connection to her once again.
With a deep breath, Adachi decided to take action. He called the number again, hoping that this time, the call would go through. He needed to know, to confirm if the voice he had heard was indeed Kumi's. He needed to know if Jhene's legacy was still alive, if there was a chance for some form of connection with the woman he had loved so deeply.
As the call rang on the other end, Adachi's heart pounded in his chest. He was about to embark on a journey—one that could lead him to answers, to closure, and perhaps even a glimmer of hope in the midst of his confined reality.
Adachi's heart raced as he heard the hesitant voice once again.
"Hello?" he said, his voice gentle yet filled with anticipation.
"Hi... it's me," the voice on the other end replied, this time with a hint of recognition.
Adachi's breath caught in his throat as he processed the words. It was her. It was Kumi, Jhene's daughter—the little girl he had seen grow up in his mind, even though he hadn't been a part of her life.
"Kumi?" he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
There was a moment of silence on the line, as if Kumi was gathering her thoughts. Adachi waited, his heart pounding loudly in his chest.
"Yeah, it's me," Kumi finally confirmed, her voice slightly more steady.
Tears welled up in Adachi's eyes as he realized the significance of this moment. He had a connection to Jhene once again, albeit through her daughter. The past and the present were intertwining in a way he had never imagined.
"Kumi, it's... it's Tohru," he said, his voice shaky with the weight of his emotions.
There was a pause, and Adachi could sense the surprise and uncertainty on the other end of the line.
"Tohru?" Kumi repeated, her voice tinged with a mix of confusion and curiosity.
"Yes, Tohru Adachi. I... I knew your mother," he explained, his voice soft but earnest.
There was a long pause, and Adachi's heart raced as he awaited Kumi's response. He didn't know what to expect, whether she would be receptive or hesitant.
"Mom talked about you," Kumi finally said, her voice carrying a hint of nostalgia.
Adachi's heart swelled at the revelation. Jhene had spoken about him to her daughter, despite the circumstances that had separated them. It was a small comfort, a reminder that the connection he had felt with Jhene was still alive in some way.
"She did?" Adachi replied, his voice a mixture of surprise and gratitude.
"Yeah, she told me about how you helped her when she needed it the most," Kumi said, her voice holding a note of warmth.
Tears rolled down Adachi's cheeks as he listened to Kumi's words. In that moment, he felt a glimmer of hope—a hope that perhaps, despite the mistakes of the past, he could find a way to connect with Jhene's legacy, with her daughter.