บท 138: Book 3 : Chapter 5

Minutes later, I heard to sets of footsteps marching hastily towards the door. Then it flung open and there in the arch stood the only and only Nicolos Jones a.k.a Dad.

"Dad?" I asked tears already accumulating in my eyes.

He hadn't changed a bit. The same friendly eyes and soft, warm features. I was always told I had my father's looks and now that I was looking at his light blond hair and blue-grey eyes I could see why.

"Ella," he replied crying with me.

I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tight, checking that he was really there.

"My little girl," he whispered.

"How are you here?" I sobbed. "I thought you were dead."

"I promise that I will explain everything," he said. "But first can we just have a moment."

He then stretched his hand out for Connor who was stood behind and for a few minutes we just hugged. With only Mom missing, it was the closest we'd been to the whole family together in far too long.