“Oh!” my mom said, her voice thick with tears but a smile on her face brighter than the sun through the window. “Who’s this? I’m sorry, we thought we’d lost—come in!”
“My mate, mom,” I choked out. “He saved me. He brought me home.”
She blinked at me. “Your mate? Ash, your—I can’t believe how much I’ve missed—” She broke down, burying her face on my shoulder, her own shaking. I wrapped my arms around her and clung to her, like I needed to keep her from flying into pieces. Or like I needed to keep myself from doing the same.
My dad let go of me to hold the door open. “We can’t wait to meet you,” he said without hesitation.
Drew came to me and took my hand.
And we followed my parents into the house, and home at last.
The End
