The sun was dipping low, painting the streets of New York in gold, when Isabelle finally stepped through the familiar doorway. Her boots were scuffed from the long mission, and her hands still smelled faintly of herbs and wards, but the moment her eyes caught the small figure waiting by the living room rug, all exhaustion fell away. “Mi Sol…” Isabelle breathed, her voice cracking just slightly. Two years. Two long years of missions, battles, and nights spent wondering if Daisy remembered her. And there she was—alive, safe, and smiling. “I’m here, mi Sol. I’m here. I’ve missed you so much.” “And I missed you too, little angel,” Isabelle whispered back. “But now I’m home, and I’m not going anywhere.”Gently, Isabelle lifted Daisy, cradling her like a precious bundle. Isabelle’s mind flicked back to the first day she had held Daisy, the horror of the Clave prison, the desperation to get her safe. She pressed a kiss to Daisy’s temple, silently promising to make up for every lonely moment, every second of fear. “You want some chocolate milk?” Isabelle asked, crouching to Daisy’s level. “Then that’s what we’ll do. First chocolate milk. Then maybe we can build a pillow fort. Just you and me, okay?”