“You never told me you had a daughter.” “Well, I did try a couple of times, but you didn’t–” “I cut you off.” Jamie ran his fingers through his hair, his mind going over the past two weeks and both of the times she had tried to explain, only to have him close the conversation down. Pav’s words came back to haunt him as he took in the two females huddled in a soggy-looking mess on the chair: Everyone’s fighting their own unique war, man.”