Chapter Twenty-one

William watched, through the kitchen window, at his family as he stood outside. Layla was sitting on the kitchen counter, her arms around Breanna neck and Eric and Nicholas embracing on another on the far-left corner, while grace was making a dish. The kitchen was filled with their laughter as Eric told her one of his haunting-accident stories while she was gone. Layla’s face was bright wit glee and William couldn’t help but bath in her joy. Nathaniel walked towards William and stopped next to his side.

“It feels like she home. Like everything is back to the way it should be.” William said and Nathaniel smiled as he also took in the joyousness scene.

“It’s good to have her home.” Nathaniel said.

“For a day. Then tomorrow she is supposed to prepare to fight a war? Every time it seems like she is coming home, something takes her away and the last thing that took her way, killed her Nathaniel.” William said, his voice heavy and ruff with tension and anger. Nathaniel also tensed as he rem