"I don't think people are just okay after things like this." She answered without looking away from the picture. They were all happy in it, waving and smiling, even Louis looked like he was enjoying himself. She had been doing better, trying to think more about other things - it was the only way she felt like she could move on, to think about the work she needed to do when she got back, Dylan, anything but this.
When she thought about her mother, all that pain came rushing back to her and it made her ache for all the time she would now miss with her - she'd never get to see her mother again, hear her soft humming while she brushed her hair in the mornings, or smell her perfume, all the little things that she remembered so fiercely and when put together made up the woman she had known all her life. Tears sprang to her eyes but she refused to let them fall, she'd cried so much all ready.
"They're better." She said wiping her eyes quickly and looking at her father. "He's been really good." Better than she felt like she could have hoped for before.