It meant a lot to Helen that at her side was where Nikola always considered home to be.
When she tried to sleep that night, she kept staring at what had become his side of the bed.
In all the transitions and preparations, over the hundred plus years, she'd been wanting to go home too.
Helen grabbed her phone and went down the hall. She let herself into Nikola's room and slid under the covers of his bed. She was out in minutes.