“Ana,” Blake called out as he reached the foyer and found it empty, save for her.
“Yes, dad?” She sounded so weary, it pained him. She must not have rested much. She was angsty, he could feel it.
“Your mom is fine,” he announced proudly, the ghost of a smile painted on his face.
“For how long though?” She must not have understood him.
“No,” he smiled genuinely, “I meant that your mom recovered her memories.”
“Seriously?!” She exclaimed, rising to her feet. “How did you do it?”
“We just made love and exchanged blood,” he saw the face she pulled at that and was quick to add, “I’ll spare you the gory details sweetie.”
“Please do,” she joked. “Where’s mom?”
“Here,” Maria said from right behind him, her tone light. “Right where I belong, by your dad’s side.”
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