LOGINALIYA’S POV
The loud noise of kids running around the front of the school building gave me a sense of déjà vu of how I had loved being a kid and how I missed the feeling of how I felt among, but I shook my head to distract myself from remembering the past. It was my past life. I have gone through hell since then and everything is looking up now.
Something else caught my attention and I looked around and then a feeling of despair hit me.
I now understood why Leo would come home every day and ask me about a father. He was surrounded by kids who had fathers that showed up for them, maybe every time, and he was always getting picked up by either his mum or her assistant.
No, he did not have to go through this, but I put him through this.
A tear dropped my face as a boy’s father carried him and twirled him in the air, giggling filled the air as he grabbed another leg, and he tried to carry her too.
I immediately wiped the tear from my face and took a step inside.
“I am enough. I am enough for my son.”
I always say that to console myself. I will need that a lot today. I kept walking, trying not to look at everything around me, then I heard kids laughing from one side. I looked there to see some kids around another.
“Where is your father?”
” I heard you don’t have one. ”
“No, my mum said his dad left mum because she is not a good person.”
“Don’t say that about my Mum.” That was Leo’s voice, that was my son’s voice. I tried to push forward, but the fight was getting huge but all of a stiffened, there was silence and everything stopped.
“Hello son, look who’s here.”
There he was, standing there in all his glory, walking towards Leo. He looked up at him as if he was his knight in shining armor. I mean, I cannot even blame him for this, he had stepped in to save the day.
“What is going on here? You kids can go and tell your parents that Leo has a dad and his dad is here.”
The handsome man, dressed in a tailored suit, his dark hair was styled on each side of his face and even though I was seeing a side if his face, I could almost imagine how handsome his face looked from the previous day appeared in my head.
“Mum, look who’s here!”
Somehow, I think he has no idea he wasn’t even his real dad, or he doesn’t care, and he is just happy that someone came for him.
I hugged him and gave him kisses repeatedly on the top of his head.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, I am now. I am so glad you guys came. I almost thought you would not make it.”
He kept on talking as he wedged himself between me and Dylan, who was surprisingly quiet. It suddenly made me wonder what he was doing here exactly. Does he have a kid here that he came to see? But this was not the time to say that.
“Thank you.”
I muttered to him and he smiled back. All through the visitation, I allowed Leo to take the lead and, somehow, I started to see why he really needed a father, but how was I supposed to go about that?
I did not know him, he was a good person, but I don’t think they take down people’s names at those kids' places and even if they did, it has been seven years.
So many thoughts were going through my head and I could not take off the feeling that this would not end so easily.
I had to cancel my meeting so that I could be there for him because I knew he really needed someone to be around, and it cannot even be an outsider.
The event ended and Dylan headed for his car. Leo ran after him.
“You’re leaving? You won’t be coming home with us?”
I almost expected him to say he wasn’t his father. My heart was in my throat as I couldn’t say anything.
He stooped and looked at his shoulders, “My son, I will see you soon.”
A car then pulled up behind him, he stepped in and drove off right after winking at him.
I shook my head to be sure I wasn’t dreaming. Why is he doing that? Why exactly is he?
The boy did not even seem like he had any doubt left, and the next thing was just to get him food and head home. As soon as we got home, my phone beeped with an invitation to an event the following week.
I had been expecting the message for a long time, so I immediately called Elena to give her the good news and then began choosing what to wear to the event.
She gave me a lot of options, but I kept thinking it wouldn’t go because I wasn’t even sure what to wear. I had to meet some inventors and needed to make a good impression. If I do, there must be a chance that I might be expanding my business even more.
The day came, and I was dressed in a long beautiful blue sequin gown that had an open back and had a round neck.
It was beautiful indeed.
I looked around, I hadn’t seen anyone I knew. But as I grabbed a drink and looked towards the stage, that bright smile he gave Leo the other day came to face.
“You again,” he said as he grabbed a drink too and stood beside me.
‘ Why do I have the feeling that you are stalling me? ”
He asked, “I was about to say that to you too.”
“You look lovely.”
My cheeks colored up before the music started to play.
“Dance with me.”
Dylan's POV The atmosphere inside the interview room shifted the instant Detective Morris ended the call, and the weight of his expression told me the discovery at Margaret Sinclair's safe house was more than another routine breakthrough. Investigators who had spent months untangling her web of lies rarely reacted with visible emotion, yet Morris looked genuinely unsettled as he slipped his phone back into his pocket. Arthur Bennett lowered his head, almost as though he had expected this moment to arrive eventually, while Aliya continued holding her father's letter against the table with trembling fingers. The room suddenly felt smaller than it had only a few minutes earlier, as though the walls themselves were closing around the truth we had spent so long pursuing. I instinctively reached for Aliya's hand beneath the table again, silently reminding her that she would not have to face whatever came next alone."What did they find?" I asked, breaking the silence before it grew unbeara
Aliya's POV The words Detective Morris had spoken followed me through every hallway of headquarters, refusing to leave my mind no matter how hard I tried to focus on the present.Margaret Sinclair had always planned three steps ahead of everyone else, and although she was finally behind bars, I couldn't convince myself that she had surrendered quietly. People like her rarely accepted defeat without leaving chaos behind. The thought should have frightened me more than it did, but something inside me had changed over the past few weeks. I was no longer the woman who faced every new threat believing she had to fight alone. As Dylan walked beside me with his hand resting lightly against the small of my back, I found myself drawing strength from his quiet presence instead of fear from the uncertainty ahead.Detective Morris led us through the secured wing before stopping outside an interview room guarded by two uniformed officers.The thick glass window beside the door revealed nothing be
Dylan's POVThe drive back from Blackwater Point unfolded beneath a sky that had finally begun to clear, yetthe silence inside our vehicle carried more weight than the storm clouds that had hovered aboveus earlier that night. Detective Morris rode in the front passenger seat while two officers followedin another vehicle behind us, but none of them attempted to fill the quiet with unnecessaryconversation. Aliya sat beside me in the backseat with her father's journal resting carefully onher lap, her fingers never straying far from the worn leather cover. Every few minutes, sheunconsciously traced the faded initials embossed on its surface as though the simple touchallowed her to remain connected to him. Watching her, I realized that the investigation hadbecome something far more personal than exposing a criminal network; it had become adaughter's final opportunity to understand the father she had lost before she was old enough totruly know him.I gently intertwined my fingers
Martha's POV For years, I imagined this moment would feel different.I thought there would be certainty. Relief. Some overwhelming sense that everything missing in my life had finally fallen into place. Instead, as I stood at the top of the lighthouse stairs staring at Aliya, all I felt was disbelief. She was real. Not a photograph I had secretly collected. Not a face I had searched for in crowds. Not a possibility hidden inside old records. She was standing in front of me, looking at me with the same mixture of shock and emotion that I felt.Neither of us moved at first.The silence stretched between us while years of separation crowded into the space. I studied her face carefully, noticing similarities I had recognized long before this meeting. The shape of her eyes. The way she held herself when nervous. The tiny expressions that crossed her features before she spoke. Seeing those familiar traits in another person felt strangely overwhelming. For most of my life, I believed I wa
Aliya's POVThe drive to Blackwater Point began less than twenty minutes later.Nobody suggested waiting until morning because none of us could afford to lose more time. If my father's letter was correct, Martha had taken Elana to the lighthouse after discovering the truth. That meant they could still be there. More importantly, it meant Martha had trusted my father's instructions enough to follow them decades after he wrote them. The thought stayed with me as our convoy moved through the darkness toward the coastline.Rain continued falling lightly against the windows.The storm that had dominated the past several days was finally weakening, but thick clouds still covered the sky. Headlights cut through the darkness while police vehicles maintained a careful distance around us. The atmosphere inside the SUV felt tense but focused. Everyone understood what was at stake. We weren't chasing a theory anymore. We were following directions left by the one person who seemed to understand th
Dylan's POVThe silence that followed Aliya's words felt almost unreal.Dozens of people stood inside and around the vault, yet nobody spoke. Investigators who had spent entire careers examining evidence suddenly seemed reluctant to move. The significance of the letter had become obvious the moment Aliya read that final sentence aloud. For weeks, every road had led back to Elana. The missing records, the anonymous messages, Martha's actions, and the warnings left by Aliya's father all pointed toward the same person. Now we were finally about to learn why.Aliya held the letter carefully in both hands.I could see the effort it took for her to remain composed. The emotions weren't difficult to understand. She wasn't simply reading evidence. She was listening to her father speak across decades of silence. Every sentence carried the weight of years stolen from her. Watching her stand there, surrounded by proof of his sacrifices, made me admire her even more than I already did."Keep read







