“Dad, you wanted to see me?” Simile walked up to Joseph where he stood on the newly repaired dock. He had a fishing rod in hand and his pipe dangled from the corner of his mouth.
“Grab a rod.” He said and gestured with his head to the rod standing propped up against a cooler.
“Uh, sure, okay.” Simile walked over and after selecting a lure, joined him where he stood. The familiar feeling that washed through her, warmed her. “Something wrong?”
“No.” He let out a puff of smoke and flicked the lure back into the water. “I took a walk through the compound earlier this morning.” He said. “I ran into Snow and her family.”
“How is she doing?” Simile asked. She’d wanted to check in on the child and her family for weeks, but with things so busy, she hadn’t had time.
“She’s doing great, her
