Nora Ainsworth slowly rose to her feet, her eyes filled with disbelief. She took a deep breath and fixed her gaze, realizing the person before her was truly there.
He was really here.
She had imagined meeting him again countless times, in every possible scenario, but never like this.
So much so that it all felt like an illusion.
Nora Ainsworth looked toward the two children at his side.
Her chest tightened.
"How have you been?" The words caught in his throat. His voice was low as he stared at the woman he had longed for day and night.
She averted her gaze. "Not well. Not well at all."
He let go of the children's hands, stepped forward, and pulled her into an embrace.
She felt so frail in his arms, as if she barely existed.
His scent washed over her, a smell she knew so well.
Suddenly, she lost control. Tears streamed down her face, wetting Quentin's shirt.
