Chapter 222

My mother slowly shifted away from me to the side, sober and staring at my father, who didn't look too happy to see me, his face holding his displeasure.

I clutched at my bag, holding his gaze, my eyes pleading for forgiveness.

How could he still be angry with me when it was many years ago? He knew my reason; didn't he say I took after him with my fighting spirit?

"Father," I whispered.

But then, as I watched, his lips curled into a smile, and then opening his arms wide.

I didn't have to be asked twice; I ram into his arms, curling into the comforting smell of seawater and fish; it was the smell I remembered breathing in since I was a child.

He caressed my hair, his hold tightening around me, "My little girl," he muttered against my hair, "My little girl is back."

"I missed you, Father; I missed you so much."

From the corner of my eyes, I could see my mother picking Mia up and hugging her, staring down at little Matteo, who was suddenly looki