When Prisana opened the door, it was not her worst nightmare and best fantasy that stood on the other side but two men.
One of them, her father.
The other one, Giovanni.
Prisana's bursting heart faltered to one of terror. The first one to act was her father. Her father resembled the one she loved as dark circles prominent over his eyes came to light. His hair was unkempt, the suit he wore crumbled in disorderly fashion.
On cue, he stepped over the doorway and pulled her into his arms. Prisana didn't push him away. She could never push away his warm, and familiar loving arms. A moment of weakness prompted her to lean into his broad shoulders. It was everything she needed. Her father's shoulders that could carry the weight of her burdens.
"Daddy? Gio? How in the world?" she whispered under her breath.
