Isla stood very still worried that she'd disturb the peace in the room as the man wrapped his arms around the sobbing girl. Faint energy buzzed in the room as if the world was happy to see them together. Isla felt like the air was slowly being seized in her lungs. Everything looked and felt so familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time.
The man ran his fingers through the girl's hair softly as he whispered her name repeatedly—Ishara. That name sounded so familiar and it struck Isla like a wave crashing against the shore. It almost sounded like her name and she knew that it was no coincidence. She looked like the girl and their names were almost similar.
"Ishara, look at me" The man whispered again, his voice trembling slightly. "I found out that my mom visited you. Look at me please"
