Ryan turned his head to the right,s. still having his arm around the waist of the woman with whom he had come down from the ship. The next moment, his face changed completely. He took a step back, like he’d seen a ghost.
A few meters from us, next to a black SUV parked in the passenger area, stood a tall man with a gray hair and a phrase so serious that even Ryan’s mistress stopped smiling.
He was my father, William Bennett.
Ryan knew him very well. In fact, if it wasn’t my dad, he probably would never have gotten to work on that cruise ship.
“Mr. Bennett… he babated Ryan. I didn’t know you were here.
My father didn’t answer him immediately. He approached me, carefully took one of my faces from my arms and looked at her with a tenderness that he rarely looked in public.
