“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.”