Emilia sucked in a deep breath, her heart thudding against her ribs as if trying to escape.
'Father… he really does remember me.'
She hadn't been certain.
They had been apart for years, she had went through countless changes — she'd grown taller, her features more defined, her eyes holding experiences no child should have endured.
Recognition shouldn't have been instant. And yet, as soon as their eyes met through the flickering hologram, she knew.
That was the thing about the bond between father and daughter — it ignored time.
Just as she could pick his face from a crowd of thousands, he could see past the woman she had become to the little girl he once carried on his shoulders.
For a brief, raw moment, Steven's eyes trembled.
His expression didn't change much, but the slight shake in his gaze was enough to betray him.
