Cheek and adjust the following for readability and flow, the cheek and adjust for tense agreement, please keep the formatting of the original:Half an hour after he’d arrived. Jon was still inside, talking with his dad. Emily was outside looking at the sunset when a car pulled up in the driveway.
‘Hey Emily, it's been a long time. I guess you and I have things to sort out?’
'Do I know you?' Emily Said.
'Oh, sorry. I look different from the last time you saw me.' I’m Anna.
Emily backed up, not sure how to react. ‘Emily, Okay, I will not hurt you; that person is gone now.’
‘Please, let's sort things out. Looking back to that night long ago, I must have scared you half to death. I know many moons have risen and set since that night, but I would like to offer what apologies I may.’ 
‘If you can’t take it, that’s okay; it will sting, but it’s always there.’ Anna said, trying to be reassuring.
'I don’t know what to think, what to do or say,' Emily said.
Anna, no longer the rebel she had been, went over.
'Then let’s find out together, okay?' I heard about Jon; I would have come. But was stuck in Angola; and work for the UNHCR as a coordinator; yes, I know someone with a history like mine.'
'Honestly, if I’d stayed like that, I would have been dead now.
‘That explains the look,’ Emily said.
Anna exhaled softly in acceptance.
'Yeah, the UNHCR is not the place where the punk look goes well. As a result, I had to smarten up both in appearance and attitude, had help with both, and here it is, or rather, she has arrived.'
A young woman of some 25 years of Angolan descent walked up the drive. Emily had seen women like this before; had this person been a child soldier, then a mercenary?
‘Koboki, you’ve come?’
‘Always, you've got a long way to go on your path, Miss Anna, before you’re trusted to interact with others alone. Besides, I always want to be where you are.’ Koboki said.
‘Now, who is this delightful young woman I see before me?’
 'Koboki, you know well who this is; this is my brother’s wife, Emily.'
'Ah, yes, of course—the one you half-frightened to death, if I recall.
'Yes, quite right, right, but that was long ago, and I don’t expect Emily to take it right away. I have to earn it if she’ll allow it.'
‘Emily, where are you?’ Jon Called.
‘Out here’ Emily called back.
Jon came out to find Emily, and then he saw Anna and was-taken aback. ‘Long time, Anna.’ Jon Said
‘Agreed,’ Anna responded, 'about that night.'
Jon stopped her. 'Let’s not bring up old fights that are long settled, eh?'
‘I kind of need to, so I can heal,’ Anna said. ‘I think you have experience with that?’ She continued.
Jon looked at his wife and then back at his sister.
‘Okay, yeah, I see your point. I mean, look at you now, UNHCR, and all. What's next, UN Secretary General?’
‘Let’s not get carried away,’ Anna said.
'Sorry, but look how far you’ve come.'
‘Jon, it’s been a long, painful road. I have a long way to travel yet. I’m not quite certain I’ll ever receive the utmost resolution. I’ve caused too much pain that cannot be-taken back for that. 'All I can do now is reach out to the people I can.' 
‘You have come a long way, transformed. I would venture, but I have to heal yet myself.’
‘I heard about that from dad; like I said to Emily just now. I would have come, but I was stuck working in Angola and couldn’t get away.’
‘I wouldn’t have expected you to break off because the people you were with were in far greater need.’
‘True, but none are family.’
Jon silently mouthed, ‘I know.’
In the house, Jon and Anna’s dad, Jake, watched from the window and came out.
‘Anna, you’ve come; I wasn’t expecting you.’ Jake said.
‘I know,’ Anna sighed softly, ‘but since Jon and Emily are here. I think it’s time to clear the air; there is a poison in this family that has run its course.'
Jake hooked the thumb of his left hand into the waistband of his jeans. Placed his right on his chin in contemplation, nodding in agreement.
‘Anna, that’s fine or it would be if your mom were stronger. She's back in Bright Valley but may not be home for some months yet.’
Koboki moved to Anna’s side.
‘Tell your truth, Anna.’ 'I see your conflict, your doubt.'
‘Thank you, Koboki.’
‘What am I meant to do? I have to fly out again soon, this time to East Africa, and I may not be home again for, well, I don’t know how long. Could we all go to see Mom tomorrow and sort this out?’ Anna asked.
‘Sorry, no, Mom has allowed no one to come right now; she’s not doing so well.’
‘Damn,’ Anna nearly screamed.
Koboki ran to her and kept her safe, helping Anna process what she was feeling.
‘Sis you okay?’ Jon asked.
'Give me a minute; I’ll be fine, and thanks,' Anna said.
‘Dad, couldn’t we let her say what she’s got to say to us? Then she could speak to Mom some other time?’ Jon said, looking at his clearly stressed sister.
Jake looked at Anna, then down at the ground, and then closely at Jon.
'Alright, but I don’t think that’s what Anna had in mind. There are some things cannot be-handled that way; it's easier with everyone together,' Jake said.
‘Dad, look at her.’ Jon said.
'Anna, I have an idea.' 'It's not what you want, and I get that, but here’s a compromise of sorts.' Jon Offered
Anna looked up and said, 'what sort of compromise?'
‘Could you split what you’ve got to say in half? Say what you need to dad and me. Then when Mom is feeling stronger, say what you need to her.’
‘Your right. It would be easier with everyone in the same room at the same time.’
‘Would you do it for me?’ You had before,' Koboki said.
Anna looked at Koboki, closed her eyes, and exhaled softly.
‘She’s right Jon, that I said just-now was the old me talking. I don’t like it. But yeah, appreciate that when I talk to Mom, you, Emily, and Dad have to come as undoubtedly. Some things I will say.’ ‘You all need to speak at length,’ ‘If you want us to, fine. We can do that now that it's getting late. I’m getting cold, and well you know.’Jake said.
Koboki looked at the unfolding scene.
O night unveils the truth hidden behind this mask of pain, worn since ages passed by this family.
Torn apart, hidden from each other, within view, yet each remains unseen.
O, what burdens each has reaped. A bitter harvest of tears and rage; all things yet unspoken lie as wreckage of shattered years.
O mother of my ancestors, smile upon these weary trampled souls; turn their longings into hope and. All their rage to peace.
I am the daughter of a distant land. My stories fill not the mouths of babes. I am just-an actor without a stage.
We are who we are; we are a speck of truth or hide it in a vial of lies. We are all we are, a hand reaching out of cloudy skies.
O night, O night, settle the hurts of ages so these people may find peace.
Emily understood and responded.
E’er the night, truths unspoken in lands. No eye has lain upon; silently comes resolution of emotional years.
So hope comes out of bitterness and long-held, uncried tears.
They travel to the land far beyond the skies from dark towers, where shadows race. Time demands, and memories retrace the travellers’ paths.
I am just a stone along your way; I am in the gloom that hangs over the forest at night.
I am the song that a bard of old has sung, telling wrong from right.
O night that guards the time between each day. Whose hand guilds us gently with inspiration, with highborn art.
Flash of silver against the blackness dart, before the poet’s words from the pen have flown. Then breathe silently against the stillborn air.
Of hope, of longings and tidings to start anew to see with newborn eyes, without the clouds of yesterday, but what price would you have to pay?
Or do words of scorn find you to say?
There is no greater evil than the truth not told—finding yourself not flesh but mud. Then seeing that your life is the blood.
O visions of the damned I’ve seen, Hell's Gates flung open to receive the deceivers, the hateful, and the liars, then forever burn in eternal flame.