I left my children in my parent's capable hands, with a good scratching for Galleytrot and a quick hug.

Thank you. I sent it directly to him, worried he might not hear me.

No, his big mind reached mine even through the wards. Thank you, Syd. For the first time in my life, I have a home. And I didn't want to give it up.

More tears, damn it. I wiped at them and took my husband's hand. "Let's go home ourselves," I ...