Yanni recognized him. She knew Mason was his father, but she felt sorry for herself. He hadn’t been a part of her life for as long as she could remember. She knew she should’ve leaped into his arms, but all she could do was hold tight to her mother’s legs now.

Holding her arms, Mason pulled her over to his side slowly.

In the end, Yanni couldn’t hold herself back anymore and held him tight. A lump formed in Mason’s throat when he caught the whiff of formula off of her. She was just several months old when they left him.

She felt a little shy, now that she was in her father’s embrace, but that did nothing to dull her sharp senses.

It felt as if her dad was crying.

Holding his cheeks, she stared at him with glinting eyes and blew at them, “Your eyes stung. Didn’t they, Dad? Here, I blew on it. You’ll feel better after this!”

He ran his hands across her arms and legs. It had been forever since he last saw her and he had missed her badly. So, he wasn’t even half done rubbing his