Moira’s hand trembled as she held the letter, the ink blurring in her vision as her fingers clenched the page tighter. “You were meant to be mine.”

The words burned in her chest, stinging with the weight of betrayal. She had spent so many years trying to piece together the fractured relationship with her father, trying to believe in the image she had of him—the man who had loved her, protected her. But now? Now she saw the truth.

Her father had never seen her as a person. She had ...