Drizella's p.o.v
We encountered a young father and his beautiful daughter as we entered the police station. The
father held the door open for us. I said "thank you" and he responded with "you are welcome,
ma'am". I became lost in his pretty kind blue eyes. They resembled the deep blue sea. Memories
of my precious Francis resurfaced once again. Francis had pretty kind blue eyes and reddish-brown
hair instead of blonde. My current circumstance prevented me from reaching out further to him
and his daughter whom I guessed could be mine.