Imela's POV

“Imela!” Ingrid waved at me as Ocean, and I got out of the aeroplane, with Monique behind us.

I saw her standing next to the already-waiting Ford, and I smiled and waved back.

We climbed down, and she stepped up to meet us. “When Oliver told me you were coming, I didn’t believe it,” she said, smiling happily as we hugged.

I had been sceptical about leaving, but Oliver wanted me present. He told me we had come a long way, and I owed it to Ingrid to be present. He was right; I needed to be here to celebrate, and being here, far away from the States,...