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The gravel crunched beneath my boots as I walked toward the wooden steps of the cottage porch. The sound of the Pacific Ocean crashing against the rocks below filled the air with a deep, rhythmic roar, the wind carrying fine sea spray that stung my cheeks.

I stepped onto the porch. Beside the front door sat several ceramic pots filled with sea lavender and wild coastal ferns. Through the large front window, I could see a bright, sunlit art studio filled with canvases, wooden easels, jars of paintbrushes, and the warm glow of a wood-burning stove.

Standing near an easel in the center of the room was a woman.

She was wearing a paint-stained denim apron over a dark wool sweater, her dark hair pulled back into a loose, messy bun. She was thinner than I remembered, her face matured by years of hardship and isolation, but the graceful arc of her shoulders and the delicate profile of her jaw were unmistakable.

It was Julianna.

My breath hitched in my throat. My hand trembled as I raised it to knock on the glass door.

Before my knuckles could touch the wood, Julianna turned around.

She froze. The paintbrush in her right hand slipped from her fingers, clattering loudly against the wooden floorboards. Her dark brown eyes—eyes identical to Lily’s—widened in pure, absolute shock as she stared through the glass at me.

For five agonizing seconds, neither of us moved. The world seemed to stop spinning, suspended in the space between a haunting past and an impossible present.

Julianna stumbled forward, her hands shaking as she unlocked the heavy brass latch and pulled the door open.

"Emily?" she whispered, her voice cracking, barely audible above the roar of the wind.

"Julianna..." I sobbed, stepping across the threshold.

Julianna let out a ragged, gasping cry, throwing her arms around my neck, pulling me into a desperate, fierce embrace. I wrapped my arms around her, holding my baby sister tight against my chest, burying my face into her shoulder, weeping tears that had been buried for eight long years.

"You're alive..." I sobbed into her sweater, kissing her hair, holding her as if she might vanish into the air if I let go. "You're alive... my God, Jules... you're alive..."

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, Em..." Julianna wept, her body shaking uncontrollably against mine. "I wanted to call you... I wanted to come home so many times... but I was so scared... I thought they would hurt you if I came back..."

We stood in the doorway of her studio for what felt like an eternity, holding each other, washing away eight years of lies, grief, and stolen time with our tears.

When we finally pulled back, Julianna framed my face with her hands, scanning my features with frantic, hungry eyes, checking every line, every detail of the sister she thought she had lost forever.

"Look at you," Julianna smiled through her tears, wiping her nose with her sleeve. "You look so strong, Em. You look just like Grandma."

"Come sit down," I said, guiding her over to a wooden bench near the fire-place. "We have so much to talk about, Jules."

We sat side-by-side on the bench, holding hands tightly, the warm crackle of the wood stove filling the cozy studio.

"How did you find me?" Julianna asked softly, her eyes searching mine with a mixture of hope and lingering anxiety. "How did you bypass Harrison's security?"

I looked into my sister's eyes, a gentle, radiant smile touching my lips.

"I didn't find you alone, Jules," I said softly. "Someone very special brought me here."

I stood up, walked to the open front door, and motioned for Daniel to bring Lily up to the porch.

Julianna stood up slowly, her brow furrowed in confusion as she stepped toward the window.

Out on the porch, Daniel carried Lily up the steps, setting her down gently on the wooden floorboards. Lily held her pink polka-dot drawing pad in her small hands, her yellow sweater bright against the gray wood of the cottage.

Julianna stopped dead in her tracks near the open doorway. Her breath caught violently in her chest, her hands flying to her mouth, her eyes locking onto the small girl standing six feet away from her.

"Lily..." Julianna whispered, tears spilling over her eyelashes in a fresh, overwhelming torrent.