Marc took her hand and spoke softly "I tried to contact you again, but your mum told me you didn't want to speak to me. I can understand her: she always thought I was a bad influence on you. She told me you had gone away, far away". Tracy smiled and looked him in the eyes: "forget about the past, it's all over. You are here again, that is the most important thing. When I saw you on the metro, I couldn't believe my luck. Of all the people it was you who decided to take the same metro, to ride the same carriage, to sit in the same section". "Yes, a strange coincidence, I agree". "No Marc, this is not a coincidence, this is the road that we are both travelling on, this was destined". Marc hesitated, and looked towards the door. "The girl, is she my daughter?"