Emma

“E… Emma?” my father says in a gentle tone.

The moment I hear my name from his lips, something inside me breaks open. Tears fill my eyes instantly. 

We both move forward at the same time and rush into each other’s arms. I wrap my arms around him tightly, holding on as if I am afraid he might disappear. 

He hugs me back just as tight, his strong hands pressing against my back. For the first time in my life, I feel what it truly means to be held by my own father. 

His warmth makes me feel safe in a way I have never known before. We stay...