Lexie ran into our father’s arms; Eddy right behind her. He squeezed both of them in an embrace. They stayed that way for a long moment, then they stepped slightly apart, Dad’s arms still around them. My gaze went from my father’s face to my sister’s to my brother’s.“Dad?” I took a step and found myself in his arms. He smelled of aftershave and pipe tobacco. My face smashed into his shoulder, the silk of his aloha shirt slippery and cool on my cheek.I stepped back then and looked at him.My father was alive.How was he alive?He looked good. He’d put on weight since the last time I’d seen him …The last time I’d seen him had been that night. The night he threatened to hurt Lucas. The night we finally escaped him. The night he had died in the Compound …Except he hadn’t.Because he was standing right in front of me.The spontaneous joy at seeing my dad alive evaporated as all the questions flooded back. But I didn’t even know where to start.Where are we?Who is Tony?How the hell are you alive?Dad squeezed Lexie and Eddy closer to him and said, “I’m sure you have a lot of questions.”I said, “I thought you were dead.”He grinned.
