Krysta's POV
Tears won't stop flowing down my cheeks, no matter how hard I try to compose myself. Nathan's presence helps, but seeing any member of my family after all these years has unleashed emotions I've kept buried deep inside my heart.
Valerie guides us toward the office that once belonged to my father. Just approaching that familiar door, the same entrance I visited daily to see him, floods my mind with bittersweet memories. I reach out mentally, desperate for Nathan's strength. He responds immediately, wrapping his consciousness around mine like a protective shield, anchoring me to the present moment.
"Krysta, I can only imagine how overwhelming this must feel," Valerie murmurs softly.
"It really is," I whisper, grateful when Nathan's strong arm circles my waist.
"I'm here with you," he breathes against my ear. I catch a brief shadow crossing Valerie's expression before it vanishes.
