Olivia

I kissed her cheek and headed to the living room, where Dad reclined in his armchair with the remote in hand. He looked better than the last time I'd seen him, less pale and more alert. The surgery had worked wonders, even if the recovery was slow.

"Hey, Dad."

He turned, his face breaking into a smile. "Liv! This is a nice surprise."

"Not a surprise. I told Mom I was coming."

"Well, she didn't tell me." He patted the couch beside his ...