Epilogue
Two days later.Sienna sat at the old desk in the map shop, her grandfather's parchment in front of her portraying the ancient city of Bath. The oversize globe sat next to her, in pride of place at her right hand, a reminder of how borders had shifted over time. The door to the shop was open, and the smell of freshly roasted coffee came from the café over the road. A light breeze whispered across the maps with a rustle.
The sounds and smells of normality.
Sienna breathed a sigh of relief. Her father recovered in the Ministry hospital, his back healing from his physical wounds even as he drifted in and out of consciousness, muttering of nightmares. On Bridget's urging, Sienna hadn't told her mother about what had happened or about John being back. That was one conversation she wo
