General Theodor Morgan still looked impossibly dashing.
His posture was sharp for his age, his shoulders squared, and his shirt fit as if it were made for a man half his age.
There was strength in his stance, the calm authority of someone who had spent a lifetime commanding respect.
If she had not known better, Evelyn would never have guessed he was old enough to be her grandmother's twin. No wonder he was still active in the military.
'Grandma, Mom…' Evelyn swallowed, her throat tightening. Her gaze lingered on the mansion, then back to Theodor. 'I finally did it. I finally found our family. I finally stepped foot into the Morgan home.'
A warmth swelled in her chest, melting the fear she had carried with her since morning.
She lifted a trembling hand halfway, as if she could reach her grandmother through him.
'I'm here, Grandma. I met your brother.'
"Ma'am…" Ryan's voice brought her back. She blinked and turned to him. "Are you alright?"
