Clare slowly reached for the envelope with shaky hands, wondering what it would contain inside. It was clear from the handwriting on the front, that it was from her father.
Had he left it to tell her about her true nature?
Taking a deep breath, trying to prepare herself for Goddess knows what, Clare carefully opened the envelope, not wanting to tear it apart.
When she had opened the envelope, she pulled out the contents, finding herself looking at a handwritten letter and a small photo of two people standing in a photo booth.
She recognized the man, the familiar warm, brown eyes and dark brown hair like hers. He had less wrinkles on his face and was much more muscular but Clare could tell the man was her father. A much younger version of him though.
Clare then turned her attention to
