"This is the finest herbal tea from Harbor City. It's for you," I said, my voice warm with affection.
Agatha laughed through her tears, clutching the box to her chest. "I'll make some for you tonight."
I gently shook my head, my amber eyes soft. "No, it's specially for you. I've had plenty already. This is just a small token of my gratitude for all you've done."
Agatha was so touched her eyes brimmed with tears again. "Miss Olivia..." she murmured, unable to say more.
Before our reunion could deepen, a crisp young voice interrupted us.
"Sister! Sister, you're back!"
An eight-year-old girl dashed forward from inside the house and hugged my leg tightly, her face shining with innocent delight.
This was Grace Winters, my half-sister, born to Natalie Winters and my father after my
