Nikolas stood in front of the woman he'd crossed several oceans to get to. She was radiant, as usual, and he took a few moments to drink in the sight of her. She looked at him in confusion and he bit back the enormous pain caused by the imposter who'd masqueraded as Nikolas Cassadine all these years.
"I'm home," he said softly, allowing a disarming smile to cross his visage. Her eyes flickered and she swallowed hard. Emily Bowen-Quartermaine let out a slow breath, her brow still creased with the uncertainty of who she should trust. She leaned heavily on her cane and took a step towards him. "Nikolas?"
Nikolas closed the distance between them and cupped the side of her face tenderly. "I'm home."