Cecilia sat on the living room sofa, her face looking uneasy. Beside her, Nana held her hand tightly, while Hans stood not far away, observing the emotional state of the daughter they had raised all this time.

"I... I'm not ready to go home," Cecilia murmured softly.

Elena, who was sitting across from her, looked at her with hope. "Sweetheart, we're not forcing you. We just want you to know that we missed you so much."

Cecilia looked down. "I love Mama Nana and Papa Hans. They took care of me all this time... When I didn’t know who I was, they were there for me."

Nana took a deep...