I never imagined that finding Liana would feel like unlocking a new part of myself. The day she walked into my life, everything changed, and it all started with a letter.
It was tucked inside one of Dad’s old books, a dusty hardcover about naval strategy, the kind he used to read after missions. Inside, scrawled in his unmistakable hand, was a message that began with two words I hadn’t expected: For Kim.
In that letter, he admitted to something I could barely process: he had another daughter. Her name was Liana. He didn’t explain much, only that she had been raised far away for her safety and that she might come looking for me after his death. He said she was kind, smart, and everything he hoped I would need in a sister.
I folded the letter with trembling fingers, barely able to breathe
