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“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.”