"How's my little sister doing?" he asked, ruffling my hair like I was a three year old.
"Levis, don't," Petra scolded. "She has a concussion."
"I'm fine," I said.
We sat down to eat, Edmund at the head of the table, Petra to his right, Levis to his left, and me beside Levis. They talked as they ate, catching me up on family news, asking me questions about my life, sharing stories about their search for me over the years.
Levis told a story about a disastrous business deal in Tokyo that ended with him accidentally insulting a yakuza boss's favorite restaurant. Edmund countered with a tale from his early days building Houghton Industries, when he'd been so broke he'd slept in his office for six months.
Petra laughed, her hand on Edmund's arm, and the love between them was so obvious it
