99-Olive
Daphne shuffled through the endless rack of clothes in her large closet, but her hand stilled on the worn olive-drab coat that once belonged to her father. She slipped it off the hanger and onto her body, inhaling the faint, familiar scent of the man who had once worn it; the mixed scent of tobacco and musky cologne.
A dozen memories came at once and when she started to cry, she found herself in Niles' arms. "I miss him so much!"
"He was a good man, Daphne. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have you."