"It's your house, Steven, you can't just waltz into someone's house without them inviting you," she chuckled, picking up her Steve and holding him tightly. It never ceased to amaze her how different he was now, walking near perfectly, happy and healthy. The island was truly a far better place for him than New York had ever been.
"And you look even more handsome every time I see your wonderful face," Sarah refused to let him down and instead turned her attention to the girl with cropped blonde hair, "And you must be Stacey."