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He pulled her into a hug that smelled like sandalwood and missing time. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “You did.”

It did. It felt too big.

When Dad finally came home—tired, smelling of airport coffee and cheap plane blankets—he dropped his bag in the hall and looked around. The house was clean. The plants were watered. The router was green. When Dad Is Away Ii Kenzie Taylor