It took a while for Amare to stop shedding tears of joy and relief, causing even Ria to start instinctively crying as the family exchanged embrace a heartfelt hugs of intimacy.
By the time mother and daughter calmed down, a full hour had passed.
Amare gathered herself as the three of them propped themselves at the extravagant table in the home. Ria sat on her mother's lap, playing with her long brown hair, having had her fill of papa for a while.
Amare, on the other hand, directed a deep gaze into his ethereal eyes.
"Explain."
She didn't even have to elaborate on what she was talking about. The moment she finally gathered her composure and had calmed down, she couldn't help but stare at him with deep confusion and even a hint of skepticism.
How could he possibly still be here?
She had confirmed it was him. She knew his body inside out, both literally and figuratively, and she would have noticed even the slightest of divergences. Even his body-consciousness was identical.
