The colleges had reopened after the holidays. Eva was with her fellow students, and it was time to head home. A little ahead, she saw her father, Mr. Moses. But Eva didn't care; she started walking towards the approaching transportation.

Mr. Moses: Eva, Eva, my child, what have I done wrong? Eva... I'm sorry, can we use my car because there are some things I want us to talk about. (softly)

Eva looked at her father with pity and listened to him.

Eva: Driver!!

Driver: Yes.

Eva: You go; I'll use another mode of transportation today.

Driver: Alright, Madam Eva.

Mr. Moses: Thank you, my child, for listening to me.

Her father opened the car door for her, and she got in, and then he got in too.

Mr. Moses: Eva, how are you?

Eva: I'm fine, greetings, Dad.

Mr. Moses: Greetings, my child. Eva, I don't understand you these days!! What did you promise me after the holidays, that you would come back home, but it's been a month now, and you don't want to talk to me, why?

Eva: No, Dad.

Mr. Moses: But why? Tell me, my child, don't be afraid, tell me... Tell me the truth.

Eva: Dad, didn't you wrong Mom?

Mr. Moses: Mmmh, aaah!!

Eva: Yes, Dad, you're the one who wronged Mom. You told me yourself, didn't you, Dad!? (angrily)

Mr. Moses: Yes, it was me.

Eva: Why did you mistreat her then?

Mr. Moses: My child, don't listen to the rumors on social media, TV, or people's words. Your mother and I separated without any quarrel. We agreed peacefully. Don't listen to those who are tarnishing my name.

Eva: No, you're a liar; you mistreated her, you hit her. That's why she didn't stay with me. You, Dad, are bad, I don't like you, I hate you. (tearfully)

Mr. Moses: Eva!!

Eva: And I haven't heard it from people, I haven't posted it online; my mother told me... My mother told me.

Mr. Moses suddenly hit the brakes.

Mr. Moses: Yo... yo... your mother told you that!!

Eva: Yes, Dad, my mother, my real mother, told me the truth.

Mr. Moses: Eeee e e e Eva!!

Eva got out of the car and left, while her father remained speechless in the driver's seat holding the steering wheel.

Mr. Moses: (Thinking to himself) Eva, I promised that nothing would ever separate me from you, my child. I told you that you mean everything to me. Now, you also hate me, you hate your father for false accusations. I'll do whatever I can to bring you back to me... Whoever's responsible for spreading lies about me, my beloved Eva. I love you. (angrily)

Mr. Moses took out his phone. It seems someone wants to get in touch with him; he sent an SMS.

Mr. Moses: Can we meet?

SMS: Okay, where?

TO BE CONTINUED