We spend the next few days at my grandparent's house. We've done some father-daughter bonding and we've gotten closer. I'm trying really hard to forget about the past and it's kind of working. I've come to realise how much he actually loves me. He hasn't told me, he never has, but I know he does. I don't know if I love him too, but I care about him.

I've also dyed my hair back to its natural colour. We look the same now so he's proud of me.

"We're gonna have to leave here at some point, Soph." He tells me. I look at him over my conspiracy theory book that I'm really getting into at the moment.

"Why?"

"It's only a matter of time before Sherlock and Mycroft find you. I can't risk them taking you back again." He says. I tilt my head at him.

"You are sentimental, aren't you? You care about me." I say it like I'm mocking him.

"You're my daughter. Of course I care about you." He says seriously. There's a pause. "Can you forgive me, Sophia?" His eyes are pleading with me. I frown. Can I? "I'm so sorry for everything I did to you, all the hurt I've caused you."

"I know!" I exclaim emotionally and suddenly reach over to him and hug him. In his arms, I feel better. He holds me close to his chest. I smile. "I love you, Dad."

"I love you too, Sophia." He murmurs. He kisses my hair. I close my eyes. That's the first time he's ever said those words to me, probably to anyone. "I'm sorry, sweet. I'm so sorry."

"I forgive you, Dad. I love you." I say quietly. I hear him smile. I love him. I love my Dad. I love him.