Allie’s POV.
“Allie!” The sound of my father's voice, uttering my name, was like a gunshot in the silence of that moment. My head snapped up, my eyes locking with his as he sank to his knees, his hands clasped together in a posture of supplication.
My mouth fell open, a gasp caught in my throat as I stared at him. His strong, proud form was now bowed, his head lowered in a gesture of remorse.
"Allie," he began, his voice rough with emotion. "I'm sorry for the way I treated you. I was wrong. Please, forgive me."
As my father poured out his apology, a raw, unfiltered confession of his shortcomings, my gaze flitted between him, my mother, and Carly. I was like a deer in the headlights, stunned and unable to move.
His words were like balm to a wound, a soothing salve to the hurt that had
