"Did you see it?" she asked.
"Every second," he said. His voice was different, quieter than usual, like something had settled in him.
"Dad, you drove me to that YMCA for two years."
"I know."
"5:30 in the morning, every single day."
"I know, baby."
"I just want you to know I know that. That I know what that was."
There was a pause. "You don't owe me anything, Zara."
"I'm not saying I owe you. I'm saying I know."