Their father, his absence, had shaped her life in ways both visible and invisible. He had left all of them. But he had helped make them. He had given them to each other. They were so unique, so strange, and they would now know each other for the rest of their lives, beyond their father, long after their father. It was, Mad realized, a gift she had never expected. She was a gift to someone else. She had never felt like that before in her entire life. Not once. She hugged her sister again. In this strange world, who else did they have?
