CYRILLA'S POV
The memories surged back like a tidal wave, making my pulse quicken. I finally remembered why I had come here, why I left everything behind.
My father had been trying to track me down, and once he succeeded, he did everything in his power to reach out. But I refused. I avoided his calls, disregarded his emails, and ignored his text messages. I couldn’t forgive him for what he did, for leaving my mother and me for another woman. I was just a child when he walked out of our lives, so young that I couldn’t even remember his face.
It had all seemed like a distant, unresolved part of my life—until the day I received that letter. It came from Atty. Falkner's office, a neatly sealed envelope containing something I never thought I'd see: a handwritten letter from my father.
I rem
