Mason raised his head and strained to fight back tears. When he had control of his emotions, he held Barbara’s hand and murmured gently, “It’s me, Mom. I’m home.”

“You’re back, Westley!”

Tilting her head, she looked at him. She couldn’t be sure if it was really Westley. All she knew was that these were her son’s features. It was the little boy she raised.

Her last shred of energy left her and her chest was rising and falling listlessly. She didn’t have any strength left in her to call out to him.

So, she merely looked at her son.

Her lips curled into a serene smile. Her son had come home. She fell into a deep thought.

Do you know that you’re about to become a grandpa, Westley? Your granddaughter will be born in two more months. There will be another Lockwood in our family.

You’re going to be overjoyed when you see her, Westley!

The night grew darker as Barbara clung on to dear life, reluctant to let go. After all, her son had come home.

Holding her hand, Mason said to the oth