Who could be the father? Restricted.

That night when I got home, I realized that everywhere had been cleaned. Even Farah's room that was full of blood now looked spotless. I message was already waiting for me by the time I got home. It was from the FBI. They said that they had come to my house to get finger prints and do their necessary jobs, so by tomorrow morning, the result will be out. I slept on the chaise lounge in the sitting room that night after I had taken my bath and eaten. I made sure my phone was beside me because I had given the nurses on duty my number. I had told them to call me when they've found out any changes. No call came until the next morning. The next day, I was at the doorway about to leave home for the hospital when one of the FBI vehicle parked in front of my house. Two hefty policemen got down and walked towards me. "Good morning." I greeted. I was very anxious to know what they had found out. "Morning." "Hello." Both of them answered in unison, then one of them spoke. "We have news for you."

"Please come in." I stepped aside for them to come in. After we were all seated in the sitting room, they continued.

"A man came to our custody yesterday afternoon after we left here. He said that he's the main reason the victim is being stabbed."

"Oh my God." I breathed.

The policeman frowned. "He mentioned something about rape. The man was acting strangely, like a mad man and it was difficult to make sense from his words. He mentioned some words about being her uncle, like he wasn't even sure if he was her uncle or not. He said that he's name's Richard. Have you heard that name before?"

I nodded. "Yes, that's her uncle, her mother's brother."

"Good. Then we have our suspect, but we also have a mad man in our custody. He wouldn't stop screaming 'I love her but why doesn't she love me back?'"

"Um... You mentioned something about rape."

"Yeah. He said that he tried to rape her or maybe he even raped her. In short," the policeman sighed. "We will transfer him to a psychiatric hospital for treatment. He really needs intensive care. Now our only hope left for now is the victim herself."

"Are you suggesting that her uncle raped her?"

"We are not suggesting anything until we have made a thorough investigation." Both of them stood up. "We'll let you know if we find out more. Thank you..." He extended his right hand.

"Andrew." I said, taking his hand.

"Mr. Andrew." It has been nice talking with you."

"The pleasure is mine." I shook hands with both of them. After then, they left.

Farah still hadn't woken up when I got to the hospital. I stayed in her room and talked to her, but I made sure I didn't talk about her uncle. I did that for days expecting that she would wake up soon. Philips and Sarah came to check on her. My parent and even my boss and co-workers and work also came. I was later given the news that Farah's uncle is the psychiatric hospital.

Since the day the policemen had given me the news, I wouldn't stop asking myself if her uncle really raped her. I've asked myself countless times and have also denied it. Her blood uncle would never do such a thing to her. I was positive about that. Maybe he was referring to someone else. He wouldn't be making sense if he said that he had raped his cousin. He really needed intensive care.

Right now, nothing mattered. Nothing at all except for Farah's survival. I was later shown my beautiful lovely daughter. It was after three weeks of praying and talking that Farah finally opened her eyes.

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Farah

I opened my eyes and realized that I was in a hospital room. I gazed around the white walled room and discovered that I wasn't alone. Andrew was seated on a chair beside me, his head down and his shoulder slumped. I guessed he was sleeping, because I couldn't see his eyes. I took in his look and felt a small smile creep at the corner of my lips.