EVELYN'S POV:

When I arrived at his place, he was sitting on the balcony, his shoulders slumped, staring out at the horizon. It wasn’t like him. I made my way inside and climbed the stairs, feeling a heaviness in the air. Something wasn’t right.

 And feared for the worst, but still couldn't say what could be wrong.

“Hey, Dad,” I greeted as I stepped onto the balcony, forcing a smile. He turned to look at me, but his response was muted, his tone flat. My heart skipped a beat.

As I walked closer, I noticed the small picture of my mom clutched in his hand. His eyes glistened with unshed...