This was what Alice had been missing. Not just the answers to questions that shed never been brave enough to ask, and not just family history that no one else knew, and not just visions of her own childhood through her fathers eyes, but also this: the embarrassing stories shed heard a thousand times and would never hear again. She could see the whole concert, Leonards sweaty, smiling facebefore he was married, before he was a dad, before hed published a book. She could see it as clearly as she could see the whale, even with her eyes closed.

This Time Tomorrow by Emma Straub