Amara’s POV
I gasped for air as I cautiously tilted my head, still not believing it had taken twenty years for me to lay eyes on him. As my mom had told me, I assumed he had passed away a long time ago, yet now here he was, right before my eyes.
I drew a deep breath and sighed heavily before moving forward, tears streaming down my face. With tears in my eyes and trembling lips, I asked him, "Are you my real father?"
The idea that my mother might have romantic feelings for a man so much older than her fascinates me. I feel like my mom has lied to me again since this guy standing before me could be in his fifties.
"Hi, I'm Marco Patterson. It's been a pleasure to meet you, Amara, my sweet daughter. Now that I know you're confused and have a lot of questions, let's just take one step a
