William
Tears streamed down my eyes as I sat on the floor, holding the locket close to my chest.
I couldn't believe it. Issahil was my daughter… All along, my daughter had been with me and I hadn't even known it.
I sniffed, shaking my head and laughing at the same time.
No wonder I had always felt this strange connection with her right from the very beginning. Issahil had always reminded me of Isabella, my dear wife, who had died while giving birth to our daughter. So that daughter had been Issahil?
I should have known. They had the same eyes. Same smile and even laughter.
More tears fell from my eyes. At the same time, I could feel a rising surge of joy washing through me.
Not only had my daughter been with me all these while but my grandson too.
Rising from the floor, I made my
