Emma’s P.O.V.
I can’t tell how good it felt being in the embrace of your father who loves you unconditionally because you are his precious daughter. Through Avery’s memories, I had witnessed so many scenarios where our father praised her for her accomplishments, consoled her whenever she felt low, scolded her when she did something wrong, hugged her when she needed.
Witnessing them through her memories wasn’t this magical that I was experiencing now. I whimpered softly when he wrapped his hands around my torso. “What’s wrong, honey? Why are you crying?” he asked me in a worried tone while rubbing my back gently.
“Let me hold you for a while, Dad.” I asked him while listening to his strong heartbeat that made me feel home. I wanted to cherish these few moments of peace that my father’s p
