Sophia’s P.O.V

"Dad," I finally breathed, barely above a whisper.

He didn’t turn right away. He kept looking out the window, his profile outlined by the soft gray light.

Slowly, I got out of the bed, making sure to steady myself before I moved towards him, one slow step at a time. I stepped closer until I was just a few feet away from him.

He finally spoke, his voice lower and rougher than I remembered. “You’ve grown,” he said, his gaze never meeting mine ...