He was almost helped to the door of the morgue by two policemen, incapable of even standing up.
The moment he was ready to open the door, the man's cell phone rang.
His daughter's name was clearly displayed on the screen of his cell phone.
He pressed the phone several times before it was connected.
A cheerful voice of a girl came from the other side. "Dad, the plane just landed. My cell phone ran out of battery, and I was afraid you'd be worried, so now I'm charging it at the store down the road."
The man helplessly held his cell phone in an instant, looking guilty.
"I'm glad you're alright. It's nice that you're fine, and I was almost scared to death."
With that, the man finally got relieved. With the strength regained in his body, he held onto the wall and walked out towards the door.
As the man left, he turned back toward the police officers and apologized.
"I'm really sorry. My wife has passed away a long time ago, and this is the only daughter I have left. She's the only support I have left to stay alive. I'm sorry for interrupting your work, and I'll leave now."
George looked at his departing back in thought.