Over the forty-minute drive to Johnson City, Logan watched Athena transform. With every mile closer, she became more resolute, and the fingers holding the pie in her lap tightened. She didn't seem to want to talk, and that was fine. He understood this was a huge deal for her, for them. With no clue how it would go, he wanted to do whatever he could to ease things for her. He couldn't begin to imagine how hard it'd been for her dealing with her father alone all these years.
As they turned through the stone-pillared entrance of Haven Acres, she sucked in a breath. "I feel like I should say something to prepare you, but I just don't know what. I don't know if it'll be a good day or a bad day. It's been bad days more often than not lately. He may not acknowledge you. He may not even know me." Her usually confident voice was choked with emotion, and Logan understood better than he had before that her father wasn't simply an obligation. He was the heart she so carefully guarded.