Anna fell asleep, and her dad carried her to her room, even though she was much too big to be carried off to bed like a baby. The next morning, she felt like she had dreamed the whole thing, but when she looked over onto her bedside table, her dad had placed a piece of paper mentioning a breeder who lived in Newfoundland that was expecting a litter of championship bloodline pups any day now. “We’ll fly there in a few months and you can pick out two. Maybe a brother and sister like you and Steven,” said her father’s handwritten scrawl at the top of the page.

Jon Snow was lying across her feet and Gemma was lying down in the aisle on her left, literally barricading Anna into her seat by three-hundred-plus pounds of dog. She had made the right decision in getting them, or rather, her father had helped her make the right decision.

Anna looked over at her dad who was reading the Financial Times across the aisle from her. Sensing his daughter’s gaze, Edward turned, reached out, and squeezed her hand, but didn’t say anything. After Vronsky died, there were security and cops everywhere. A police officer asked Anna who she wanted him to call, and even though her father had barely been able to look her in the face since the sex tape scandal and had only spoken a handful of sentences to her, she said, “Please call my daddy. He’ll come for me.”

And he did. Since that tragic night at Grand Central, Anna’s father had been doing what he could to mend the relationship with his daughter. He had come to realize he had treated her terribly after the tape scandal and he was ashamed that it took witnessing another parent’s loss of a child to make him see the misguided error of his ways. Every evening after the accident he’d come in her room and apologize to her. Anna said she forgave him. That he shouldn’t even apologize, none of this was his fault. He was a good father. There was something in his daughter’s voice that frightened him when she said this. A week later, the day before they were leaving for Vronsky’s funeral, she awoke to find her father sitting on her bed. He told her after their trip to Italy he had decided they were going to stay abroad. He really felt that what they both needed was a fresh start, and the change of scenery would be good for both of them. She listened while he told her about a famous girls’ school in South Korea where she could finish high school. “You’re only seventeen, baby girl,” he whispered. “You have your whole life ahead of you and I know it’s too soon to say this, but you will love again.”