The ride home was nice with small conversation every now and then, following a comfortable silence between Kazmiyah and her father.
Warren enjoyed every moment of it but he knew that there was something pressing on his daughter's mind. Odd that since her return, he felt more connected to her feelings than before. Though, that did not mean that he could read her one-hundred percent of the time. So basically, it was just his imagination that there was any difference between now and the years prior. Though, there was still a connection there that wasn't before-one far stronger than any he had with Kazmiyah in the past three years and that was his father-daughter bond with her.
When they got to the house, Warren went into the kitchen and grabbed his after-work beer, and pulled
