Olivia's POV
For a moment, I couldn't move. I just stood there, staring, my heart slamming against my ribs as if it was trying to make sense of what I was seeing.
My parents.
The two people I thought I'd never see again.
My breath caught as my eyes roamed over them.
Mother looked… different somehow. Her face had more color than I remembered, and she'd gained a little weight—not too much, just enough to make her look healthy. Her eyes glistened when they met mine, filling with tears instantly.
But it was him who froze me to the core.
My father.
The man I'd mourned for years. The man I'd buried in my memories when I was fourteen.
He stood there alive, real, breathing—looking older, yes, but still every inch the father I remembered. His dark hair was streaked with silver now, his broad shoulders still proud, though I could see the weight of time in his eyes.
I couldn't speak. My mouth opened, but no words came out. My body felt locked between shock, anger, and disbelief.
How?
