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"Your mother is glad to have you home." Dimitri looked up and accepted the glass his father handed over to him. With a weak smile, he allowed his eyes to follow the ripples that formed at the top.

"I have missed being home."

"What's the saying? There's no place like home?"

"There isn't."

Dimitri tried to spend as much time with his family as he could. So he was there more nights than not. His mother came over to his place. She left a few of her personal touches here and there. He welcomed it. Since he was a kid, she had poured all of her love into him.

Of course, as he grew, she had to fall back and allow him space to grow, but he allowed her to fuss over him occasionally. He knew what it meant for her to have him around, which was why he had been hesitant and was still reluctant to tell her he was diagnosed with the same disease that took his father.

"How have things been going with Sofia?"

Dimitri's brow lifted in surprise. "Why would you ask me that."

"Your mother seems to think th