Thalassa recognized him instantly-her son, Atticus Everhart! Though he had grown taller and older, he was still the child she had raised. His features, his demeanor, and that inherent warmth about him drew Thalassa's gaze and tugged at her heartstrings the moment he appeared.

Overcome with emotion, she ran towards him and, just like in the past, squatted down to be at eye level with him. But now, squatting made her even shorter than Atticus, forcing her to look up at him instead. With her hands on his shoulders and tears in her eyes, Thalassa examined Atticus closely, confirming in her heart that this really was her child.

Unable to hide her longing, Thalassa embraced Atticus tightly, pouring all the years of missing him into that hug. Holding him, she exclaimed excitedly, "Atticus, it really is you, Atticus. You've grown so much, nearly as tall as your mom now..." After all, he was still just a seven or eight-year-old kid.

him was his mom-the mom he remembered every day while at military school. Atticus gently hugged Thalassa back, his voice

cried with relief and joy as Atticus helped her up. Letting go of Atticus, she steadied herself on his

I'll always recognize you." Atticus's words brought Thalassa to tears again. The child before her was the treasure she had longed for day and night. Three years had passed, and he had grown from a

cry, or you won't look pretty anymore. Dad might start complaining," Atticus said, his youthful voice teasing slightly. Thalassa laughed through her tears, quickly wiping her face, and took Atticus to Lysander's side, saying, "This is your dad, you haven't greeted

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