Alina’s POV
“Isn’t that your father?” Naomi asked, her brows furrowed in confusion as she squinted toward the parking lot. “He’s… hugging another woman.”
Her words felt like a slap. My breath hitched, and I blinked rapidly, as if I might be seeing wrong. But no — it was unmistakable. My dad. Hugging Susan.
“Let’s go,” I said quickly, already taking a few steps forward, but before I could get close enough, they both climbed into his car and drove off.
I stopped in my tracks, pushing my hair back as I tried to steady my breathing. My heart was pounding so loudly I could barely hear Naomi calling my name. I didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but— what the hell was that?
My throat felt dry. “We should go after them,” I said suddenly, turning toward Naomi with wide eyes.
She hesitated. “
