him tighter.
“You were right.”
His face went pale.
I smiled.
“Now I understand you even more.”
That night, I stayed in room 314.
My father went to a room he had already booked at another hotel nearby.
And the next morning, when I opened the balcony door and looked out at the sea, I finally understood something.
My father hadn’t brought me there to destroy everything I knew about my past.
He had brought me there to give me back the missing part of my story…
the part I had never even known was missing.
