Sanaya’s P.O.V:

“Daddy?” It was barely a whisper.

Just like I’d seen him in the changing room, he looked older, ten years older. His once brown hair was now filled with grey highlights and his skin was wrinkled near his eyes, his mouth and his forehead. But his eyes were still the same green orbs. Except, there was no emotion in them at all. It was like looking into the eyes of a dead man.

That glint in his eyes was enough to tell me that he was no longer the father I knew and loved. He was no longer the man who kissed my mother goodbye when he went...