Resurrection

William inhaled sharply.

Camilla dropped the cap to the floor. She raised her shaking hand to repeatedly tap the man in front of her lightly on the shoulder, as if afraid he was just a vision. "Is it really you?" her voice wavered.

"Yes, sister. It is truly me." The merchant smiled and gently took her hands in his. "I'm no ghost, I promise. It just took me a very long time to reach you."

Camilla touched his neatly bearded cheek and burst into tears. The two slowly embraced as Malcolm lowered his head to whisper soothing words in her ear.

William cursed under his breath in disbelief, momentarily forgetting his small son was in his arms. His eyes couldn't stop flicking between the two siblings, couldn't stop staring in amazement at the similarities between them.