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- It was nice to see he could still manage a smile after it all. While it wasn’t true peace, there were trickles of comfort in all the troubles, small instances where—just for a moment—things seemed okay. As he walked past her, she hadn’t quite turned to watch him leave, some thoughts of her own to settle, though he had one last thing to say. He’d paused before his departure, addressing her daughter, so her response would remain small yet appropriate. “I will. Goodnight,” she replied politely. When he made his departure, she would go about her normal proceedings. Before she slept, however, she quietly peered into her daughter’s room. Owen’s words made her especially mindful of her. Emma represented so much in her life: she was the future, her soul, the purity of her ideals, her beloved daughter. And with that final glance, Susan returned to bed and fell asleep.
