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At seventeen, Molly sat quietly by her mother Daisy’s coffin, her face pale and her heart heavy with grief. Friends and family whispered condolences around her, but her world felt frozen. Then, a voice broke through her sorrow. “Molly, look! Your dad’s here!” someone said softly. She lifted her head. Standing there was Danny—her father. She hadn’t seen him for almost ten years. Danny and Daisy had divorced a decade earlier. All Molly knew of her father were the harsh things her mother had told her: that he was a