"He knew who I was," Tuck whispered. "He just knew. I don't know how. He didn't say anything, just hugged me," Tuck breathed. He took Will's hand and closed the door behind him.
"My father is in the next room," Daniel said to his wife, "and I know how it sounds. I know. But he is." He walked over to her, his expression inscrutable. "I should call Mich. But I want to make sure he's not going to- Bee. My father's in there. I don't know how or why, but it's him. My father-"
Billie had had to hear him talk at length about how much he loved and missed his father. And while even Dan was sure it was a bit of rose-tinted glasses and hero-worship, he had said over and over that his childhood would have been so much happier with his father there. The man who only ever acted out of love and kindness.