BRIANNA’S POV
The moment the door creaked open, I was expecting a doctor or a nurse. Instead, I froze. Standing there, framed by the doorway, was the one person I thought I’d never see again—my father.
I was in for the shock of my life as I saw him.
Time seemed to stop. My breath caught in my throat as tears instantly filled up in my eyes. He looked older. His face was lined with the kind of weariness that only years of pain and hardship could bring. Yet, his presence filled the room with a kind of warmth I hadn’t felt in years.
“Dad…” The word slipped out from my lips.
His eyes softened as they met mine, glistening with tears. Words couldn’t describe how happy I was to see him.
“Brianna,” he whispered.
I wanted to leap out of the hospital bed and throw my arms around him, but the
