"She is," Abby agreed. "Not a single day passed while I was there that I didn't thank the heavens for not letting my baby live in that awful place." Not that she had wanted her child to die, of course, only that she didn't want any child of hers to live in such a poisonous environment.
"No, it isn't my fault. But I still wish that I'd been stronger- strong enough to change things. Or braver, at least. Maybe then I wouldn't have missed out on so much. But I can't- well. I cannot dwell on that, as it's in the past." Abby offered Molly another smile. "And no. I've found that a lot doesn't happen the way we want it to. But things usually have a way of being okay in the end."