Heather could feel a twisting in her chest at the words. It wasn't really a painful feeling, just one of intense emotion. After finding his mutilated body, after burying him and trying to live with what happened, and after coming here to lose him over and over again in all kinds of ways, she couldn't seem to get used to the fact that he was here. The Harry Mason she remembered to be her father.
Swallowing hard, she instead decided to answer his question and move on, rather than dwelling on any of that. "In general? Trying to live a normal life here. Sam and his family make it easier. But I'll tell you, in the beginning it felt like I walked out of the freezer and into the frying pan."