“Y-yes,” she whispered.

“My name is Henry Blackwell. You don’t know me, but I knew your father.”

Her eyes widened. “My… father?”

Rachel froze. She hadn’t heard that name in years.

Henry stood up and turned to the crowd.

“Emma’s father, Daniel Madison, saved my life sixteen years ago during a building collapse. He pulled me out with a broken leg and refused to leave until everyone else was safe. I was a junior architect at the time. Daniel was the maintenance foreman.”

Rachel was now visibly trembling.

“I searched for his family for years,” Henry continued, his voice trembling slightly. “It wasn’t until a recent conversation with someone at the community center that I finally found you.”