~Sienna~
“Dad?!”
My voice cracked as my father stepped into the room, his towering presence filling the space with love and warmth all at once.
Tall and broad-shouldered, with salt-and-pepper hair that seemed to glint in the dim light, he looked as he always had—strong, protective, and a man not to be trifled with. His hazel eyes, so much like my own, locked onto me as I sat crumpled on the floor.
Tears blurred my vision, but the sight of him standing there was like a balm to my wounded heart.
I couldn’t believe it. After months of fearing I’d never see him again—after his near-death brush with that illness and three long months in a coma—here he was. Alive.
“Sienna!” he exclaimed, his voice thick with concern as he rushed toward me.
Before I could process what was happening, he wa
