For a moment after her dad says he smeared across the street, Willa just stares, wide-eyed. He's never been half that blunt with her. It takes her about five--well, no, more like three--minutes to start bombarding him with questions again.

What did he do for fun as a kid? Where was his favorite place to go? Is it still there? Who were his friends? What were they like? Arlo is his dad, right?