Rhett
Alpha Terry Thatcher filled the doorway with his presence—tall, broad-shouldered, with the kind of commanding aura that made everyone in a room automatically defer to him. His red hair was just like mine, and the only thing of his that I had was perfectly styled despite what must have been a long journey, and his expensive suit showed no signs of travel wear.
I sat frozen on the bed, overwhelmed by emotions—joy, fear, hope, resentment, and desperate love all crashing together in my chest. It really was him. After nine months of silence, of unanswered calls and rejected visits, he was here.
My father entered the room and nodded curtly to Dr. Maxwell and Sarah. "Doctor. Sarah. If you could give us some privacy."
Both of them immediately filed out, closing the door behind them. The room fell into heavy silence, broken only by the soft beeping of my monitors.
