She went into his arms, and he held her as tightly as he could for what seemed like forever. When he finally released her, she saw that there were tears in his eyes. "You must forgive me." His voice was gruff. "To think of that day make me feel...very emotional, to think of what almost happen."
"So do you not think I'm crazy, then?"
"Dearest Dorothy, I know that you are not crazy!" He laughed gently. "You are very warm and sweet and...wonderful woman. I could never think you are crazy, no matter what you tell me. I have heard story like yours before. Someone almost die, they see bright light or tunnel, meet loved one who die. You are not only one."
Waves of relief swept over Dorothy. "So, tell me about this son of yours."
"His name is Danila Baskov. He is...let me think...thirty-eight. He have wife, Yeva, and three sons, Kyrill, Luka, and Maxim."
"Oh, so you're a grandparent too!" She smiled.
"Yes, I am."
"Have you ever met them?"
"I meet Danila about a year or two ago. I have not met others yet."
"So did his mother raise him alone, then?"
"No. He have stepfather also."
"So he was raised by a stepfather too, just like you were." Dorothy looked thoughtful. "I sure hope his stepfather didn't abuse him."
"He tell me he was very nice, treat him like his own son."
"That's good," said Dorothy. "So do Inna and Zoya know they have a half brother?"
"No." Yuri looked guilty. "I know that I should tell them, but somehow right time never come. Likewise I should tell you before we marry. I am very sorry that I did not."
"That's all right," said Dorothy. "I could certainly understand your being...well, uncomfortable about telling me, but I'm glad you finally did. But I think Inna and Zoya should know, too."
"You are right," said Yuri. "Perhaps we tell her together, if that is all right with you."