Abby
I fiddle with the key card for a moment before pushing open the door to our cabin, my heart heavy and hope waning. But my steps falter when I hear my name called from inside.
Dad is standing there, looking like a ghost. I can’t believe my eyes. I can’t believe he’s here. I didn’t know if I’d ever see him again. A huge lump pushes up in my throat, and I swallow hard against the pressure. I’ve never been happier.
When our eyes meet, a current of elation and relief passes through me that nearly knocks me off my feet. His blue eyes glint against the darkening bruises around them, and there are raw wounds on his arms and face.
He stumbles toward me with outstretched arms and pulls me in for a crushing embrace. I can"t fight back the tears as I bury my face deep in his chest, feeling ea
