Despite my nerves and worries, Luca made me relax, and I was in an almost trancelike state staring out onto the lake. It was the kind of view that would never tire. Changing the direction of the gaze seemed to change the view completely. There were a few small boats bopping about on the water, and I could see someone on a kayak a little south of where were.
“Rylie.” I jumped. Luca’s grip increased, squeezing my whole body before releasing me again completely. As if he was urging me to go. I turned towards my father and stood up. I would have known him instantly. He had barely aged a day since the photograph. I couldn’t help but think how much that would have angered my mother. I wanted to say something, but my brain couldn’t wrap around what I was supposed to call him. Father seemed so fo
