Chapter 38

• •HAZEL SANTORO•
• I’m going to see my father. Damn. I never thought I'd be living out those words.
• It still felt surreal. Twenty years. Almost my entire life had passed without him, and now, in just a matter of minutes, I’d be face to face with him. Would he recognize me? Would I recognize him? The only image I had of him was from an old, faded photograph. A man with sharp features and brown, brooding eyes, carrying me in his arms. I had clung to that photo growing up, imagining what it would be like if he had never left. If he had been there when I needed him.