Miranda's POV

Tears of joy mingled with deeply seated sorrow in my eyes, stretching down my cheeks.

My arms ached to embrace the young woman before me, but I reined in those thoughts.

To me she was a precious baby, once lost… now found.

And to her… I'm sure in her eyes I'm a despicable wench who abandoned her to the storm of life, to navigate it on her own.

I knew… I knew I had no right to think this way but I'm glad.

I'm glad she grew into such a fine young ...