A strong wind hit the trees, making all the leaves fall. The rain dripping made everything start to get wet.
"Sophie," called Geralt. "Greet your father, Erick Radford."
Geralt pointed to an acacia tree that was quite tall, towering up. Sophie stared at the plant. She was confused about what Geralt meant. Geralt just pointed to a tree. There's no one there.
Sam gripped Sophie's hand tightly. He swallowed saliva while looking at Sophie, who looked confused.
"I … I don't understand. There was no one there, Mr. Geralt," Sophie said.
"That's your father's grave, Sophie. Your father is dead." Sam tried to help explain to Sophie.
For a moment, it felt like time had stopped spinning. Sophie looked up at the acacia tree. So far, Sophie has hated her father, whom she never even knew. And now
