Lucy hugged her father tight, holding him against her body and feeling him, smelling his familiar scent, knowing it might be a long while before she saw him again. He held her tight in turn and touched her hair, before setting her aside and gruffly saying, "Dochter."
Then she was in her mother's arms for a quick but bone-crushing hug. Kathryn set her quickly aside, but gripped Lucy's shoulder and said, "You will bring your sister and her child back to us for a visit, yes?"
"Yes," Lucy agreed obediently, knowing any other answer would mean a light smack at the very least.
There was a time when, for Kathryn Miller, being gossiped about in the community was everything horrible. Apparently, the loss of both daughters was far worse than neighborly condemnation. Lucy took a deep breath and se
