Caroline stared up at the man before her. He was as tall as she remembered, with broad shoulders and impeccably styled hair that was a bit more grey than she recalled, and there were more lines around his eyes and mouth. Despite the expensive-looking suit, there was no disputing the fact he was her father. Gasper Destine leaned forward, his hand reaching out for her. Caroline stared at him, blankly for a moment, unable to comprehend what she was seeing. Gasper leaned in closer, and Caroline reached up, tears stinging her eyes as she clasped her hand in his. Helping his daughter to her feet, Gasper wrapped his arms around her, embracing her tightly, and Caroline was unable to hold back the tears as they spilled down her cheeks. Despite the number of times she’d dreamed of hugging her father again, she never believed it would actually happen. So many questions bounced around her head that she couldn’t think straight.