Page 87 of What Happened That Night

“Let me look at you.” Wiping his tears, he pulled away and grinned at me. “You look like your mother.”

“I do?”

“Yes.”

His words sparked a fresh round of tears. “You’ll have to tell me what she was like.”

“I’d love that.”

Lia joined us. “Hi.”

“Lia.” My father shook his head. “How can I ever thank you for what you did?”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“You did. You both did. And I’m so incredibly grateful.”