Dad sighs, his eyes roaming over the photographs. It’s quiet at the table until he stands up and looks around at us. “I think I’m going to get some air.” The grief washes back over his face again, making his wrinkles more pronounced. There’s no hint of a smile left, only devastation written on his face. Pippa hops out of her chair. “I’ll go with you.” Turning to Mare, she wraps her arms around her. “You okay with that?” Mare nods. “I think I might get cleaned up and go to bed.” “Understandable,” Pippa answers. “I’ll see you in the morning.” It’s silent as they embrace for a few beats longer
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