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.