With Manuel out for a few nights, Erica had the house to herself and had been using that time to reorganize the kitchen. There were things that weren't needed and the things they did need could never be found. It all needed a new system, a newly system implemented by her. She didn't trust anyone else - not even the husband who'd known her for almost thirty years - to actually organize things properly.
When the bell rang, Erica turned her head to glare in the general direction of the door with disdain, annoyed at whoever it was who was trying to get between her and her pile of things. So she reluctantly pulled off her gloves before walking down the hall and peering through the peephole to decide whether she would open it or not.
Then she was unbolting the locks and chains and swinging it open, looking in shock at her father. Her immortal unbreakable father looking more than a little broken. Swearing in Greek she swept to Hermes' side, wrapping an arm around his waist to support him and bring him instead.