I thought it was my father shaking hands with people as they walk in, but I realized that there was no grey hair. I was looking at Adrian. Evie touched my arm, and the metal was cold. It jolted me to glance at her and there was a concerned look on her face.
“Sorry. I saw Adrian for a second.” I whispered in her ear.
“Why do you look like you saw a ghost, then?”
I looked down at her, my lips pressed together in a thin line. “Because I thought he was my father.”
Her eyes widened and then she nodded. The grip she had on my arm tightened and we waited in line for the final photo to be taken. Walking in front of the logo, I stood with Evie close to my left side. Rissa was in my arms, and Elliot between us. I hadn’t spoken to my father since the night I told him I was done. He had tried to w
