Ella’s POV
“My father?”
My eyes spread wide open, ready to pop out of their sockets. I didn’t have a father. In fact, I had never seen my father. I considered him dead. All this while he didn’t show up and now he does?
“Ella, let’s go now. This man doesn’t look like someone who waits for people,” Officer Barrett said as we walked down the halls. What did he mean by that? And how the f**k do I have a father?
“This isn’t the usual visitation room. Where are we going to?” I asked, realizing the strange path we had taken. “Just come.” He shrugged.
We soon arrived a private room filled with chairs and beautiful curtains. Looked like lots of meetings were held here. Officer Barrett unlocked the cuffs on my hand and walked away. That’s when I noticed a grey-headed man. He had his back t
