Astrid’s face warmed. She reached for Griffin’s hand. He laced his fingers through hers in a reassuring grip.

“Thank you for bringing the news in person. You didn’t need to do that.”

“Yes. I did.”

Portia’s slight smile slipped. “Don’t tell me you’ve harbored some sense of guilt or responsibility all these years.”

“I did you a disservice—”

“No harm done.” Portia cut in with a wave of her hand. “I’m happy. I have a doting husband and two lovely children. Don’t waste another moment fretting over the past.”

Astrid blinked.

With a rueful shake of her head, Portia stepped close and embraced Astrid. Stunned, Astrid could hardly breathe, much less move within the circle of arms.

“It happened a long time ago,” Portia murmured near her ear. “I’m simply relieved to see you happy.” Pulling back, she dropped her arms and gave an encouraging wink. “Now return home.

Enjoy your life.”

With a single nod, Astrid met Griffin’s devoted gaze, a great lightness sweeping through her at the love she saw reflected there, the same love she felt within her. “I already am. I already am.”