Chapter 15 - The Emotional Reunion Between Vincent And Sofia
Sitting on the edge of the metal cot was a woman wearing a faded grey tunic, her dark hair long and unstyled.
Her face was pale and gaunt from years of malnourishment, but her piercing dark eyes were unmistakably hers.
Vincent dropped his weapon onto the floor, crossing the threshold in two strides before dropping to his knees in front of her.
“Sofia,” he choked out, gently taking her frail hands in his calloused palms and pressing them against his face.
Sofia looked down at him, tears finally spilling over her lashes as she brushed her fingers across his stubbled cheek.
“You came,” she whispered, her voice cracking with overwhelming relief. “I knew you would figure it out when Emily played the message.”
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Vincent pulled her into his arms, burying his face in her shoulder as decades of stoic toughness melted into raw grief and joy.
“I’m sorry it took me three years, my love,” Vincent murmured against her hair, holding her as if she might vanish into thin air.
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