Emilia's POV
I pull back from my mother's hug to look at her. Bags under her eyes and crow's feet she didn't have before I was taken are prominent. She looks like she's aged years even though it's only been months.
"Oh, you look bad. Did he hurt you? Did anyone hurt you?" Mom rambles questions while holding onto me. I smile, unable to contain my happiness.
"No one hurt me mom. I'm fine. Just a bit sick is all."
"Emilia? Emilia!!"
My attention shifts from my mother when I hear my siblings' shrill voices as they run toward me. Before I can call their names, tiny arms embrace me, trying to squeeze the life out of me again.
"We thought you were dead."
"We told dad not to leave you, but he said we would get you back and we did."
"Don't ever leave us again."
My sister Natalie and brothe
