Proctor’s living room, missing Kevin already. Somehow having him at her side, knowing she had his support gave her more strength and conviction to stand firm in the face of her father's arguments.She braced herself for another round of defending her actions and convincing her father she knew what she was doing.When he stopped pacing long enough to face her, he opened his arms and sighed. "Do I at least get a hug? I've missed you, sweetheart."The loving gesture shattered the justifications and protests poised on her tongue. Launching herself into her father's arms, she wrapped him in a tight neck hug the way she had as a little girl. The scent of her father's imported cologne surrounded her like a favorite old blanket. "I've missed you, too."He kissed her cheek. "Your mother and I have been so worried about you.""You didn't need to be. I told you when I called that I was fine.""I know, but you're my little girl. It's a father's job to worry."Claire backed out of his arms, frowning. "Take another look at me, Dad.
