Chapter 115 - Daughters of Darkness

Duncan Underwood glanced around the Summerlands, his daughter’s hand still in his. Laci had described it once to him, and even her words couldn’t do it justice. The place was gorgeous, tranquil, safe. He took a deep breath. Definitely a place where one could rest in peace.

“Duncan?”

He felt his eyebrows rise as he turned at the sound of the voice, Dorothy following his lead.

His heart almost burst as tears strolled down his cheeks. “Hello, Greta,” he said, smiling, not even bothering to wipe the tears away. “I brought our daughter home.”

“Oh, Duncan,” Greta said, rushing across the grass to take him in her arms.

He wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her, and then felt Dorothy hugging them both. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I am so, so sorry. I was such a jackass. I never thought I would see you again.”

Greta held him tightly, refusing to let go. “I had to wait. I needed you to know, to realize the truth.”