It falls past her shoulders, down to her collarbone in front. The way he combs his hands through her hair reminds Willa of her dad, and she bites her lip, hard. There's a few seconds where she can't do anything but cry, and then she tries to gather herself. She takes a few deep breaths, trying not to let herself think about the last time she saw her dad being when he turned away to take The Call at the airport. Job, infinity points, Willa zero. She still regrets it now, not waiting like he told her to, just getting on the plane because she wanted him to hurt the same way she did.

"My dad is going to lose his mind."