"Aurora…"
Aurora Sinclair hurried forward, throwing herself into the arms of the slightly aged man.
"Morgan…"
His arms tightened around her. Listening to the familiar rhythm of each other's heartbeats, the emptiness she had felt for so long finally seemed to be filled.
Standing to the side, Winona Morgan stared in disbelief at the two people embracing before her.
'Is this beautiful young woman really my mother, the one who went off to be a superhero and save the world?'
Her feelings were a tangled mess.
After a long hesitation, she finally called out, "Dad, it's time to go home for dinner."
Aurora Sinclair turned to look. Standing a short distance away was a woman who bore a strong resemblance to her. 'She must be my youngest daughter, Winona Morgan.'
Alvin Morgan took her hand and introduced her to the woman opposite them. "Winona, this is your mother."
