They tightly embraced each other, finding solace in their shared tears. As they slowly settled down, Jane’s father, overcome with emotions, began to utter, “Jane, I…” Before he could finish his sentence, Jane’s anticipation got the best of her, and she interrupted him. Intrigued, she felt an urgent need to speak her mind.
With a mix of apprehension and curiosity, she asked, “Dad, did you have any knowledge about the mysterious text that has been haunting me?” Observing her father’s furrowed brow, she pondered if he had any inkling of what she was referring to. Wearily, he responded, “What text are you referring to, dear?”