Mother. Father. Words that should only rightfully conjure images of her family in Timber. Yet something deep inside spoke of another family entirely. Of hot days spent outside digging in the earth; normal childhood activities like running and playing and scraping her knees. A far cry from the studying and constant supervision of the Alexandros household. Not that there was anything wrong with their methods. Just different. Different from this place. And her birth parents. And ...
"Miss Fran," she spoke barely above a whisper, feeling light headed. It would be wise to take a break. They had only just arrived and she didn't want to exhaust herself so soon. Only this feeling couldn't be ignored. She needed to know now. "You said that this man, this father of Sarah, he always wanted to see his wife and daughter again. If I was this girl, would you have brought me here to tell me that he is no longer with us?" her voice cracked a little. The loss of her adopted (and still, that felt so strange to even think about!) father till fresh in her mind. Was it wrong to feel a similar wave of sadness for someone who was little more than a stranger? Would that devalue the man she could actually remember?