“I miss home so much it hurts,” she said. “Don’t you?” “Yes.” No. Maybe I should be sad. Lonely for my family. Except I didn’t miss Quentis. Not really. I missed the sound of the ocean. I missed the pastries the castle’s chef would bake fresh each morning. I missed Arthy’s laugh when I’d sneak a treat into the nursery. But the rest? The castle. The city. My father and Margot.
