Abigail watched as Bridget twirled, unable to keep from smiling (however faintly) as she watched her. Thomas' daughter. She'd always known that he'd have pretty children, and a part of her still wished desperately that she could have been the one to give him that. They could have had that- and more, probably, if only she'd been stronger, if she hadn't fallen so ill, if she hadn't-
It would do no good to think of such things, and Abby looked back to Rena when she felt the other woman's gaze back on her. "I like Greenville very much," Abby said to Bridget. "And I'm glad to be back, too."