Lost Creek Hollow What happened to that college fund?

His touch did not linger, though that wasn’t something he was particularly bothered by; whilst his own father was keen on holding the contact, Alexander was indifferent. When his daughter stepped back he did not approach again, keeping what space she’d put between them there. As per usual, she said nothing—it reminded him of her mother and how, as much as he hated to admit it, he missed the silence; everyone else was always so quick to speak with words and words alone, whereas he’d always sought the silence. Such was a trait that he’d tried to change, once upon a time, but those days were long gone and he found himself more at ease now.

For a moment longer he observed his daughter, his eyes trailing from one part of her to the next, taking note of just how much she’d grown. With what appeared to be a smile, he tossed his head as he motioned for her to follow whilst he turned and began trotting off.