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“It sucks, Teddy. I know it does. But you and me,
we’re still here. We can still make a difference. We
still have a chance…even if we don’t always want
it, we have to take it.” Amelia exhaled, chewing on
her lip. “We have to take it for them.”

          The consolation wasn’t much. It was never enough to
          erase the pain of their losses. It would never take away
          the sorrow they felt. But it helped; at least for her. And
          some days, it was truly all she had to keep from going
          mad. It was far from easy and no where close to fair,
          but it was all she had.

Maybe  she’d  taken  for  granted that blissful ignorance that
was  her  life with Henry. But losing it had given her wisdom
— the same wisdom she could hear in Amelia’s voice now.
It  was  a  kind of world-weariness that aged a person years;
somehow,  when  life  seemed  to  have dealt its worst hand,
there was no longer anything that could faze her. 

          “We’re still here,” Teddy said softly, her gaze drifting
          someplace  fathomless.  Still here, still fighting. And
          Teddy may have wished it wasn’t so  —  but wishes
          were never meant to change anything.