Narrator's Pov
Back at Fiona's house, her father was sitting down lost in thought. He had searched half the city for his daughter, even argued with the police when they called off the search.
"She left on her own sir… and she's an adult." Those words had been echoing in his mind, just then the door opened.
"Oh honey, Catherine and I stopped at the mall and got you something" Valerie said approaching him with some bags.
Duncan didn't even look at the bags.
"Val, I don't need anything right now."
"Oh honey, I know you're sad because Fiona ran away, but it's not your fault". She said pretending to be concerned.
"Of course it's my fault, if I hadn't been so hard on her she wouldn't have ran off" He said and it was clear he was angry with himself.
Just then, Catherine also walked in. She sat near him like a deprived poppy.
"It's like you don't love me anymore, dad. Ever since Fiona left, you barely look at me. Maybe it's my fault she ran away… maybe I should punish myself"
