I never knew I could miss someone like I miss my dad. I never knew how much I relied on him. He was always there to tell me what I should do. Giving me a sense of security even in a world as chaotic and violent as ours. I always knew he’d keep us safe. And he did—the night the Malina attacked us, he offered up his own life so we could escape, providing cover while we fled on the boat. But he didn’t die. The Malina shot him, captured him, and dragged him off to a cell in some desolate place, in some unknown country. We’ve been searching for him ever since.
