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Elwood felt a twinge at Finley's question. "The kids" now excluded Lucy -- because they didn't know where she was, or if she was even alive. Would he recognize her, if he passed her in the woods? It was hard to imagine her as the same age as Liffey and Lagan; she would forever be frozen in time as a little black ink spot of a puppy.

"Liffey and Lagan are good. Growing like weeds," he answered, a small smile tugging at his lips as he spoke of the twins. Their unique, individual personalities were becoming more apparent by the day. Eljay, on the other hand...Elwood faltered. He didn't want to make Finley feel guilty or responsible for their eldest son's poor mental state, but he knew that she would see for herself eventually. "Eljay's...hanging in there. He'll be glad you're back," he decided to say.