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"I should never have left," she replied, and Elwood couldn't argue with that fact. He had given her his blessing at the time, but hindsight was twenty-twenty -- maybe he should have advised her against departing. But she had seemed to need time away from Eljay and the responsibilities of motherhood; he had hoped that a little trip would help return her to the carefree, happy Finley that he had fallen in love with.

After what had transpired, however, she had slipped further and further away from her former self. This worn, weary, scarred Finley was almost unrecognizable, and yet Elwood almost couldn't remember what she had been like before. He had nearly forgotten the sound of her laugh or the shape of her smile. He took a deep, steadying breath, looking away from the tears that streamed down Finley's face.

"It's not your fault," he said, though his words sounded hollow even to his own ears.