Chapter 9

Amelia's POV

I sat in the quiet solitude of my living room, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm light around the room. My mind was lost in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, my heart heavy with the weight of the past. It had been a day of unexpected twists and turns, and now I found myself grappling with a revelation that shook the very foundation of my existence.

The doorbell rang, jolting me out of my reverie. I took a deep breath, steadying myself, and rose from the comfort of the couch. As I approached the front door, my heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. I hesitated for a moment, my hand hovering over the doorknob, before finally mustering the courage to turn it and face the unknown.

And there he stood, a figure from my past that I had long believed to be lost forever. My father. His once vibrant eyes were now clouded with a mix of regret and longing, and the lines etched on his face told tales of a life filled with hardships.

"Amelia,"