before ushering them back to bed.
She walked down the stairs and out the front door to watch the sun creep over the snow covered treeline. Despite all the losses of the last few years, all the terrible things she had done and had done to her, the hardship of their lives and the endless winter that had enshrouded them for so long, she knew, with absolute certainty, that she was where she belonged, safe and loved.
As her eyes filled with tears, she caught the first faint hint of spring on the air.
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