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    Balthasar and Sergio lowered their heads, their eyes filled with tears at the corners. They wanted to ask about Brian’s remains but were too afraid to hear the answer.


    Trying to ease the heaviness in the air, Hannah reached for Marissa’s hand again to offer constion.


    “Tiffany…” she started but was soon cut off by Marissa’s revtion.


    “He’s still alive,” Marissa said, her smile broadening.


    At those words, Balthasar and Sergio simultaneously shot their heads up, their eyes gleaming with relief and hope as they looked at Marissa.


    “Where is he now?” Balthasar asked, finally finding his voice.


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    “How is your father doing? Has he been well all these years? When will hee home?” Sergio asked, eager to know more.


    “Since the day Dad vanished from the hospital in BIO Grein, he’s faced numerous challenges. Eventually, he managed to build a sessful career. He’s doing well now. He’s excited toe home, and if all goes smoothly, he’ll be here tomorrow,” Marissa exined in detail.


    Balthasar abruptly stood, clearly thrilled.


    “What did you just say?”


    Brian had always been the son he was most proud of. In the beginning, Balthasar clung to the hope that Brian would return soon after disappearing.


    But as the days stretched into decades without any news, he had been waiting for 22 long years.


    With time, his optimism faded, and his once-hopeful anticipation gave way to deep sorrow and hopelessness. Balthasar had longe to terms with the grim possibility that his son might never return, or worse, that he was no longer alive.


    Yet today, his granddaughter told him not only that Brian was alive, but that he would be back home the next day. It was a revtion so astonishing that Balthasar found himself nearly overwhelmed by the intensity of his joy, struggling to process such life-changing news.


    “Tiffany, say it again.” Balthasar’s voice quivered.


    “Is your father reallying home tomorrow? Did I hear you correctly? You’re not lying to me, right?”


    “I’m not lying to you,” Marissa replied with a gentle smile.


    “I spoke to Dad earlier today. He’s eager to return and ns to set off tomorrow.”


    Balthasar, joyful like a child on Christmas morning, rubbed his hands together in excitement, murmuring, “I can’t believe it! Brian’sing home tomorrow. I wonder how much he’s changed. I’ve gotten so old; will he even recognize me?”


    Sergio was equally thrilled.


    “It’s been such a long time, and I’ve aged as well. Will Brian still know me?”


    “He absolutely will,” Hannah reassured with a grin.


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