Leonardo's POV
Dad crumbled the moment he saw me, tears pouring down his weathered face. The disbelief in his eyes was unmistakable—like he was staring at a ghost.
So many years. So many long years since he'd laid eyes on his son.
And here I stood—no longer the boy he remembered, but a grown man.
"This isn't a dream, Dad. It's really me. I'm Leonardo... I've grown up... Dad..."
I pulled him against me, holding him tight.
His arms came around me instantly, and after nearly two decades of separation, we both broke down. Father and son, crying without shame in each other's arms.
"I never thought I'd live to see any of you again..."
All those years locked away—he'd dreamed of us every single day. Mom, me, all of us. Hope had been the only thing keeping him alive.
And now, finally, we were together.
We clung to each other until the tears stopped flowing.
