I had to roll his words around in my brain to grasp what he was saying. “Wait, you’re here?” I jumped up and ran to a window that faced the front of the building. My dad stood outside the Huntsman four floors below with his phone to his ear. He looked up and waved. “I am. I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d probably tell me not to come, but I couldn’t wait any longer. It doesn’t matter how little time you have; I’ll take whatever I can get while I’m here.” I stepped back out of view but continued staring blankly at the building across the way. Dad was here. In Belfast. Shock was a thick soupy fog that muddled my thoughts. “Ash? You still there?” “Yeah. Uh, yeah, I’m here. I’ll be down in a second.” I hung up and numbly made my way to the lobby. I couldn’t believe he’d flown to Ireland w
