The word sliced through the air, freezing Michael in his tracks. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, eyes wide with shock and anticipation. Michael turned, expecting to see a security guard overstepping his bounds, but instead was met with the steely gaze of Daniel Foster—Anna’s father and his secret observer.
Michael’s face flickered with a mix of confusion and recognition. “Daniel? What are you doing here?”
Daniel, still clad in the unassuming security uniform, stood tall and unwavering, his presence commanding the space. “I’ve been watching you, Michael. Watching and waiting, hoping you’d prove me wrong.”
