Dad is back from death?

Aliyah’s POV

"Dad?"

I wondered if I was actually hearing the voice of my father or if my mind was playing tricks on me. I could hear the sound of approaching footsteps which was followed by the jingle of keys as if the driver was searching for the right key again.

"Why did you even put her in the trunk?" I heard the familiar voice again. I don't know what to think anymore. It is definitely my dad's.

"I'm sorry sir," the driver apologized.

"Be fast. Open up!"

I heard the door slide open, and immediately, I feel broad palms on my face. The touch stroked a resonating feeling.

"My sweetie, it is me."

"Dad?" I ask softly.

"Yes, dear. It is me,"

"What are you waiting for? Untie her, remove the blindfolds!" he ordered the driver.

"Yes sir," the driver said and moved closer. He removed the blindfolds first, then started untying my hands.

I squinted my eyes and rubbed my eyes with the back of my palm to get acquainted to the environment, as the blindfolds had great impact on my eyes