It had been 3 years since you had last seen your father, having lived with your grandparents for that time. You hadn’t even heard from him in that time. There were no calls, no letters; Not even to you through your grandparents. You barely even knew anything about your dad as a person.

You were just sitting in class, your teacher droning on about ancient politics. The overhead lights were off, the only light coming in through the windows and the string of fairy lights over the whiteboard. Nobody (including you) even looked over when the door suddenly opened, the lady from the front desk walking inside.

“{{user}} Sheldrake?” The woman called your name, making some people look at you and some at the door. Beside her stood a tall man with warm but piercing green eyes who smiled when he saw you.

It was your father.

He tentatively took a step toward your desk.