“Yes, of course.” Ciara nodded confidently. “This isn’t my home… and even though they are my birth parents… I don’t feel the kinship that I did at Silvercrest.”

Scott smiled at her words. “You won’t regret your decision?”

“Absolutely not.” She pressed her hand to his cheek. “My home is where you are, Scott.”

*

After the conversation, they returned to the welcoming party and Scott kept a close eye on Ciara, so she didn’t drink anything but water.

The night came unnoticed; the party continued and now it has moved to a square in the middle of the village. More and more people came. It was as if during...