Chapter 23 - The Coronado Gathering
When Ryan and I pulled up to the Spanish-style bungalow in Coronado, warm amber light spilled from the windows, and the rich scent of roasted garlic and rosemary drifted out into the cool evening air.
Before we could even knock, the front door swung open. Lily stood there in a comfortable sweater and jeans, her face glowing with excitement. She didn't hesitate—she threw her arms around my neck, pulling me into a fierce, loving hug.
"You're back!" Lily beamed, pulling back to look at me. "We saw the news reports about the chemical tanker salvage in the storm. You're all over the military briefing channels, Nora! You were incredible!"
"It was just another day at the office, little sister," I smiled, stepping inside and taking off my jacket.
From the kitchen, Mom appeared, wearing her now-familiar cotton apron, holding a wooden spoon. She looked older, softer, and infinitely more peaceful than the demanding, image-obsessed woman who had humiliated me at the rehearsal dinner months ago.
"Nora," Mom said softly, walking over with a hint of nervous hesitation in her eyes. "Thank God you're safe. I... I saw the footage of the rescue waves. It looked terrifying."
I walked over, closing the distance between us, and wrapped my arms around her in a reassuring embrace. "I'm safe, Mom. The ship is secure, the crew is safe, and I'm right here."
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Mom let out a shaky, relieved sigh, burying her face against my shoulder for a brief moment before pulling back with a watery smile. "Dinner is almost ready. And I promise you, absolutely no one is sitting at the end of the table tonight. Everyone gets a front-row seat."
The evening unfolded in a haze of genuine laughter, shared stories, and delicious food. For the first time in my life, I felt completely at home—not because I had to prove my rank or defend my lifestyle, but simply because I was loved and understood for exactly who I was.
