CHAPTER 9
Present Day, Ithaca
The instant they touched down at home, Emilia released Seb’s hand and froze.
Without consciously thinking about it, she’d visualised their kitchen, the place she always seemed to gravitate towards when they returned from missions. What she hadn’t anticipated was the wrenching pain of being back in her home, knowing David wouldn’t be popping his head around the corner to ask how their trip had gone. She looked at the table, the centre of the room, her gaze automatically drawn to the chair David had always sat in and never would again.
While she’d been focussed on Quaco and the other slaves, she hadn’t even thought about her own loss. It had felt good to concentrate on someone else’s needs and actually do something productive. But now it hit her square i
