Chapter 8

"Merry Christmas Pops," I smile warmly at him before embracing him in a tight hug. "Merry Christmas Elly!" He responds, his eyes shining brightly. He's dressed smart, wearing a crisp white shirt and black trousers. I can't help but think he's the only family I have left as he squeezes me tightly. His scent is so comforting, instantly taking me back to my fond childhood memories when my father was still alive. Not my crazy psychotic kidnapping sperm donor. My loving father who may not be biologically...