Another day, another excerpt.
Molly unlocked the door and paused before opening it. “Don’t judge me on the clutter, Poppy.”
He smiled at her. “I’m sure you’ve just been too busy this morning to tidy up.”
Relieved by his light tone, she let her father enter the room ahead of her. Molly joked, “If I had known you were coming to visit…” but as soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them and cut herself off. She remembered that he couldn’t have told her he was on his way, because he didn’t know where she was. “I’m sorry,” she said, standing in the open doorway.
“It’s fine.” He barely looked at the room, then turned back to look at his daughter in a new light. She seemed so much older now, even though she had been gone for less than ten days. “I’m fine, we’re fine. Come on in and close the door.”
After that, there’s a lot of hugging.