Father meeting

The day of the meeting had arrived, and with it, a sense of dread that clung to Lily like a second skin. She had barely slept the night before, her mind racing with thoughts of what was to come. Each time she had drifted off, nightmares had dragged her back, leaving her tossing and turning until the early hours of the morning.

Now, as she stood in front of the mirror, trying to steady her shaking hands, the reality of what she was about to do began to sink in. She had agreed to meet a man who, according to her mother, was her father—a man she had never met, never even knew existed until a few days ago. The thought made her stomach churn, a mixture of fear and uncertainty gnawing at her insides.