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The figure stepped into the light, and I froze. It was my father. I blinked, half expecting to see the figure fade into nothing. But he was there, as real as the terror that gripped my heart. He looked older and more worn, but he was unmistakably the man I had once admired—the man I had imagined had died.

Ethan firmly held my arm and brought me back to reality. He murmured, "Stay here