Hope and Lucy
Lucy's smile disappeared. "Every damn day." She answered. It was hardest around the islanders whose deaths she remembered. Or their children's deaths. And at night, she could remember the ones that were left behind too, seeing their faces as soon as she tried to sleep. "If I could go back and have them safe here instead, I would." But she couldn't. And she'd lose her mind if she thought about it too much. "All we can do is try to make the future different. Better."
She glanced at the sweets as they appeared. "That trick might make you very popular, especially with all the pregnant women in this time."