Harlyn
Walking in, I see someone standing ahead of us; I watch as he turns, and I can’t stop smiling.
“Harlyn?” Samuel stares at me. He looks so different.
“Sam!” I cry. Running to him, I wrap my arms around him in a tight embrace. Emotions flood through me. It’s been too long. Eight years is a long time not to see your family.
“You came,” he whispers.
“I wouldn’t refuse Same, not when it’s likely the only chance I will get to see you again,” I remind him. I look at him and smile.
“Come say hello to your uncle,” I look at the pups, and watch as Isaac and Lotta walk forward, Thorin however stands looking at him. I watch as Samuel kneels and speaks to Lotta and Isaac, after introducing himself he turns to Thorin.
“You must be Thorin,” Samuel asks. Thorin cautiously steps forward, and
