"Who are you, and how did you get into my house?" My father exclaimed, his face filled with astonishment. I was taken aback by his reaction, confusion clouding my mind. Did he not recognize me? Was this really my father? But my aunt had told me he was alive and well. I looked into his eyes, searching for some trace of familiarity, but all I saw was a stranger. "Dad, it's me, Lorraine," I repeated, my voice trembling. "I've...