"That's my girl," he says fondly. He huffs a laugh. "She gets that from her other dad." Maybe she got it from both of them; they had PTSD enough to sleep fight and there had been more than a couple bloody noses and split lips between them.

"Hey, open that window? I feel weird with the power off. The silence is extra silent." He hopes some street noise will break it up, and he doesn't want to move and risk Dee waking up.