"I don't- I never told her that you were dead," he admitted, quietly. "It's- I hated the word. Hating admitting I'd lost you, even if it hadn't been my fault. I didn't want her to know it, so I thought it better just to say that you'd gone..." Thomas sighed. "She's grown up with stories of you, Abby. Stories of us. Of our love. She- I think that if she found out you'd come back- for me, for her- she'd be ecstatic, no matter the circumstances."