Chapter 145 Mother And Father

• MILA
• I sat with my parents on the front porch of their house–a large beachfront cottage that overlooked the sparkling sea. My mother prepared us each large mugs of peppermint tea and I settled into a porch swing, suddenly and remarkably completely at peace.
• Alexander, my father, had wept when he realized who I was. Even though they both technically had more work to do at the docks, they both insisted on taking the rest of the day off to spend time with me.