I got in!” I pulled her into an enormous hug.

“I knew you would.” “Liar,” she grinned.

“You were nervous.” “Okay.

Fine.

Ninety-eight percent sure.

There was a nervous two percent.” She laughed, and then her face softened.

“Thank you for coming back for me, Dad.” I shook my head.

“I should have come back years earlier, Maya.” “But you came back,” she said, firmly.