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Laurel nodded appreciatively at the woman after she had called for Wyatt. They waited in awkward silence, though luckily they didn't need to wait for very long. The familiar form of Wyatt appeared before long. The likeness to her father made an involuntary shudder run across Laurel's back, though she hid it by shifting her weight from one side to the other.

His own reaction was not very different: the tone of defiance in his voice showed that he very much had hoped not to be found. This brushed Laurel's hair the wrong way; she'd always wondered if he had been killed or had an accident and had wondered how he was. How could he leave without telling her? I was worried! How could you just leave without telling me? And suddenly, it turned into something a little deeper as the words she said really sank in. He'd left. Just like Reek had left. Just like Saena had left. Just like everyone except for Indra always left. Even her own child. I just wanted to know if you are alright, Laurel said with a pained expression on her face as she looked at Wyatt. Perhaps they hadn't always seen eye to eye, and perhaps she hadn't loved him with the same fervour she'd loved Lucas or Piper with, but he was still her baby, too.