Arabel's POV
Elegant and tall, she stands upright, her eyes not leaving mine.
I can't find my voice. I don't know how to welcome her. I'm uncertain about how to welcome her, whether it's by greeting her and asking her why she's here, or by rushing forward and giving her a hug.
She suddenly opens her arms, as if hearing my thoughts. Without hesitation, I rush in.
With emotions crested in my throat, I embrace her tightly, in silence, with my eyes closed. I let all the memories flow until they bring tears to my eyes.
This is it. I am at a dead end.
This woman knows already.
When I hear a sniff from her, I know she is crying too, and I embrace her more firmly, enjoying the bliss of that motherly hug I have missed in seven years.
She isn't saying anything, and I am not doing so either.
