"I've never really thought of attachment as control," she admitted, sipping her tea. "Kind of the opposite, I think. My father always said that you absolutely cannot control who your heart yearns for." She laughed a little. "Believe me, I'm sure my mother could be plenty inconvenient for him."

But he loved her. And loved her fiercely. Right up until...

She shook her head. "You would have liked him. My father. He was a wonderful man. Calm, like Obi-Wan. But...poetic. Dreamy sometimes."