Searching

He sat sipping his coffee with the daily newspaper in his hands.  Occasionally he would glance at the coffee shop door as if he were expecting someone.  At this time of the day it was quiet.  The mid afternoon sun slanted through the windows.  He had sat there for three days now, knowing the person would come in sooner or later.  He had made the effort, traced all the evidence and it came down to this, waiting.

The bell above the door jangled as it opened.  It was she, the daughter he had not known about until two weeks ago.