#Chapter 393 – Family Reunited

Ella I get tenser and tenser as the minutes pass, and I can feel Sinclair behind me likewise desperate to know what’s going on behind that closed door. A priestess comes by after a little while, offering us tea or seats, but we decline both because we’re very aware that we’re definitely not going to be able to relax until that door opens. Which it doesn’t do for a very, very long time. “What are they even doing in there?” I ask, especially when I hear a little muffled shout come through that makes me go quite still. Sinclair chuckles a little and I spin to look up at him, not understanding what he means – But then, when I see his raised eyebrow and the smirk on his face, I realize… “Oh, EW!” I say, swatting at him with my free hand, the one that’s not holding the sleeping baby. “They are so not –“ “Roger would,” he murmurs, smiling at me and still laughing lightly. “Cora would not,” I say, vehement. “This is mom’s house.” “Sh