Emma's Pov
I was leisurely sipping my drink—a strange but somehow satisfying concoction of Sprite, red apple juice, and chocolate candy—while strolling through the garden.
The garden had become my little sanctuary where I could be alone with my thoughts and my weird snack combinations.
The flowers swayed gently in the breeze, and for a moment, I felt at peace.
That was until something strange in the air made me stop dead in my tracks. My heart skipped a beat as I realized I was no longer alone.
The cold, familiar voice sent a shiver down my spine.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here? If it isn’t my runaway daughter,” a voice said with a low, chilling laugh.
I froze, my hand gripping the plastic cup so hard that it nearly crushed.
Slowly, I turned, and there he was—my father,
