Natalie’s POV As the door swung open, my breath caught in my throat. Standing on the doorstep was my family—the Rowsons. Maya, Daniel, Lucas, their mother and father, and even Granny. They all looked worried, their presence both comforting and overwhelming. As I stared at them, I was shocked. But it was the last person to step forward who shocked me the most. My real father. He stood there looking healthier and stronger than I remembered, with a softness in his eyes that I hadn’t seen the last time I visited him. For a moment, I couldn’t move or speak. It was as if time had stopped, and all I could do was stare at him. “Hey, guys. You came!” Rafael broke the silence, his voice filled with surprise. “Nat,” Maya said softly, stepping forward and wrapping her arms around me. “We’re here for you.” Everyone stepped inside and started hugging me, except one person—my father. He stood there, looking puzzled for a moment, then said softly, almost in a whisper, “Natalie.” His voice was th
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