Unhinged

"Welcome back home, Jaime." Mrs. Clara hugged her son, who was just as tall as his father but slightly shorter than Zyran.

"I missed you so much, honey," the mother rubbed her son's back. "I shouldn't have let them send you away."

The young man stood there with a smile that gave nothing away, his head resting on his mother's shoulder.

"I know, Ma, I know," he muttered, still in his mother's embrace.

Peach, who was sitting on the couch with her legs trapping a pillow, sighed.

"When can we start talking about what happened today?" she asked impatiently, waiting for her family to bring up the incident at Pergoliva. The young girl's pride was still hurt.

Jaime slowly pulled away from the hug, his attention now on his sister.

"What exactly happened today?" he asked in a calm voice.