Sanaya’s P.O.V:

“Did you find anything?” I asked hesitantly the next morning as Lance stood in front of a large rack of suits in varying colors.

“We found the woman who’d held me up, but no sign of your father.” Lance told me. “We’re trying our best to find something, but it seems like the work of a professional. No DNA traces, no fingerprints, nothing. If it weren’t for the footprints on the floor, we’d have thought there wasn’t anyone there at all.”

“I see…”

Honestly, I was confused as fuck. Why was my father surfacing after ten whole years? If he was alive, why didn’t he come back? Is...