They chatted, relaxed, for several minutes. Dad was easy on the phone. He didn’t mind the pauses—he never found them awkward. Besides, he and Julian had spent eons of time together on the water. Lakes worth of sharing. Nautical miles of silence. Depths of unspoken regard.
She’d spent many a night wrestling with her decision to stay so far from home. She missed her mother, grandmother, brothers. But it was her intrinsic connection to her dad that made her throat ache. She couldn’t explain it. She simply felt closest to him—him, of all people on earth.
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