Even knowing he was alive and well for as long as she had, Heather could still feel a lump rising in her throat when she was able to look into her father's eyes -- at least, without them being glazed over from death. She guessed that that was something she was never going to get over for as long as she lived. Walking in on your father's mutilated corpse wasn't something everyone dealt with.
"Hey, Dad," she greeted with a smile, not even stepping all the way inside his apartment before she wrapped her arms around him. If he minded her constant clinginess, then he was just going to have to get used to it.