Aurora's pov
Ayla—Aurora," a voice yelled from outside the room. I darted my gaze toward the door, heart hammering in my chest.
And there he was. My father. The man who had been desperately searching for his daughter just days ago.
He stood there in the doorway, frozen as if time had stopped for him. His eyes—warm, wild, wet—locked onto mine with a force that made my knees tremble.
"A—are you my Ayla?" he asked, his voice cracking, brimming with disbelief and hope all at once as he took a hesitant step forward.
I felt the words rise in my throat like a tide. "Y—yes, yes... it's me. Aurora..." I breathed, the name caught between the girl I had been and the girl I might be again.
His lips parted, quivering. “Oh my goodness, c—can I hug you?” he asked, voice trembling like a child afra
