Mara's Pov

My phone was gripped so tightly in my hand that the edges dug into my palm. I had called my father six times. Each time, it rang until the voicemail picked up—his calm, recorded voice telling me he couldn't take my call.

“Your father was involved in a serious accident at the restaurant.”

The text message had come from an unknown number, but I didn’t care about the source. All I could think about was the years of silence between us, and the way he looked at me like I was a disappointment when he found out I was pregnant. If he died now, that would be all...