"Sylvia…"
I froze.
It felt like the air had been knocked out of my lungs as I stared at the two people I never thought I would see again. My body refused to move; my mind went blank.
Slowly, I turned toward Sylvester. Though his expression remained calm, I caught the faint flicker of tension in his eyes.
"Syl…" The older man's voice trembled. "My daughter."
My fists clenched tightly at my sides.
My daughter? Really?
When was the last time he called me that? I can't even remember. And Sylvester… Stephenson… my two brothers. When was the last time I saw them together?
Five years? No—almost six. Six years since I told myself I would never see them again. And yet here they were, standing in front of me like ghosts that refused to stay buried.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice shaking despite my attempt to sound calm. The bitterness bled through no matter how hard I tried to hold it back. "Why now?"
