“She’d seen her father as a little boy, as an old man, and all the people in between, but none of those fathers were him. When sine crossed X, she knew him like she knew home, the cracks in the front porch steps she walked over every day, the creaky spot in the kitchen floor, how the living room smelled like all of them together. She knew him the way you know the smell of chocolate chip cookies in the oven, or the nap of a favorite blanket snuggled.”