ESTELLE

 

“How did you find me?” My father was surprised to see me in front of him. If it weren’t for Linden, I wouldn’t be here today.

“Gabriel and Moses know where you are.” I sat next to him.

“Does he know you’re here?” My father loved arts— a place like this would be the first on his list to be visited whenever he was out of the country. When Gabriel told me my father had been sighted in London, I knew he would be in a museum or art gallery.

“He actually pushed me to see you.”

He chuckled, but it sounded like a scoff. “That’s first.”

“Dad, I...