Chapter 13

The moment the plane touched down in Morocay, I walked down the steps with my baby in my arms. As soon as I exited the terminal, I saw my parents waiting for me. "Dad! Mom!" I ran toward them and nearly threw myself into my mother's arms. But she immediately stopped me. "Goodness, you're a grown woman now. Don't be so reckless. Look at the baby in your arms. Be careful not to squish him." She shot me a look, while my father silently reached out and gently took the baby from me to free my hands to hug my mother. "Mom…" I didn't say anything else, but tears poured down my face. My mother seemed to understand everything I couldn't put into words. She let out a long sigh and held me tight. Of course, she understood. Back when my parents moved abroad, they'd wanted me to come with them. But I'd refused because of Timothy. I had stubbornly insisted on staying behind, and eventually even married him. In just a few years, I'd gone from the proud daughter of the Syrell family to the worn