Just before our hero departed for her epic journey across the country she acquired music to accompany the miles. She sentimentally chose an album that her now estranged man had dedicated to her in the first, rosy and bloomin days. She tried, and failed, to listen to the album at points but wasn’t able to bear it.
It happened to be Father’s Day. She’d accepted the role of mother/father months ago. There was no irony lost when she looked at the cover and title of the album.