William Moore's gentle voice came through the phone, as if comforting his own child, "Judging by the climate in the photo, it should be a place with a rather warm climate. I'll help you find it. If I discover her whereabouts, I'll notify you immediately."
"Thank you, William, really thank you." Iris Harris buried her face in her knees, and a patch of tears had already soaked into her thin nightgown, "I really..."
"Iris," he sighed softly, "there's no need to thank me. Didn't I tell you? Helping you is something I'm willing to do." He paused for a moment and then asked, "If she's not found, have you thought about what you'll do?"
Iris Harris was silent for a long time; facing William Moore, she really couldn't answer this question.
Leaving would naturally be a relief, but she didn't know if, after Emily Dormer gave birth to the child, she would truly have the courage to leave him.
Because she really didn't know how deeply she loved Brandan Hyde now.
