After two days of traveling through snow and silence, he reached Frostwood. When Elise opened the cabin door, disbelief gave way to tears.
“I’m home,” he whispered.
She threw her arms around him, her voice breaking. “You always were.”
Harold, frail but smiling, sat by the fire. “The lake gives back what it takes,” he murmured.
Liam knelt beside him, tears streaking his face. “I’m sorry.”
“No,” Harold said gently. “You went to find yourself—and found your way back here.”
