In the days that followed, Carla mourned not only the father she had never known, but also the relationship that had been stolen from them. Every moment felt like a missed opportunity, every memory tinged with the pain of what could have been.
Carla found herself returning to his favorite table, sitting in the spot where he had spent so many quiet evenings. The pub, once a place of comfort, now felt like a hollow reminder of the relationship they had never had.