GABRIEL

I had the insane urge to hug my dad. Like I didn't know I wanted him here until he was standing there in front of me. He'd found me, outplayed me. I was almost too proud of him not to smile. "What do you mean what I'm doing here? You're here."

"I know, but how?" He walked over and hugged me, and I almost cried like an infant.

Something about that touch, the fact that he'd gotten on a plane to come after me and most inspiringly, the fact that he'd been ...