"Eight months is hardly all this time." She pointed out, letting her head rest against his shoulder and leaning into his embrace. "We kept our ears open and never heard so much as a whisper until you and Tommy switched." They'd had to build a life for themselves, and hadn't had the time or energy to search forever even if they'd been inclined to.
There were too few familiar faces here, but there were still more than she'd dared hope. And her husband had gotten his brother back, in all the different versions that the island had brought to itself.
"It's hard to believe for me too, but I'm glad it happened."