Before we arrived at the school, the car came to a sudden halt in front of a police station. I wasn't up for that. All I wanted to do was just get to school.

A policeman in his fifties, with epaulets on his shoulder, stepped out from behind a crowd of policemen and walked up to our window and knocked, politely. I knew something was up, but I had no idea what it could be about.

Jonathan gestured to the driver not to react as he opened the window and got out. "Officer Marcel, I see If you're not busy today, you seem to assume that I am in trouble again. Do you think I'm responsible for smuggling banned substances?" Jonathan said. That's when I realized what it was all about.

I noticed that the expression on the officer's face changed from one of a shock to helplessness and he said, "I never meant to trouble you, it was just a routine check because a murderer escaped."

"Here is my only daughter," he said as he opened the door and let the officer have a look.

"Your daughter? She has grown up so...!" he said when he saw me. I couldn't figure out Jonathan's thoughts exactly. I once made a wish when I was twelve, never to be separated from my father. But he said, "Don't call my father anymore, and you can't tell anyone that I'm your father. Remember?"