My Firefighter Father Chose Strangers,Now He Wants Me Back

The day I won the National Fine Arts Award, a popular reunion reality show crashed the ceremony.

"Ms. Simmons, is it true that you disappeared twenty years ago because you still resent your father—a rescue captain who selflessly saved the neighbor's child first, leaving you for last?"

I lifted my eyes to look at my father, Kenneth Abbott.

He stepped forward and grasped my cold hands, his own trembling. "Sweetheart, that child's parents were both dead. I had to save him first."

"You're my daughter. You understand that, don't you?"

A bitter smile tugged at my lips. I shook off his grip.