One Mississippi. Two Mississippi.
Kenzie was seventeen. Old enough to drive, young enough to still feel the weight of a missing parent like a stone in her shoe. When Dad Is Away Ii Kenzie Taylor
He pulled her into a hug that smelled like sandalwood and missing time. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “You did.” One Mississippi
“Who held down the fort?” he asked.
When Dad finally came home—tired, smelling of airport coffee and cheap plane blankets—he dropped his bag in the hall and looked around. The house was clean. The plants were watered. The router was green. ” she said
The second week, the Wi-Fi router started blinking red. Mom panicked. “Call your father,” she said, handing Kenzie the phone.