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Silas nodded once. “Thank you.”

They shook hands. “We wouldn’t have been able to do this without you.”

Silas nodded and Ben left the room.

Silas came to Rowan. “I realize it’s sudden, what I said,” he said. “You may think on it but are you well enough to travel?”

She swung her feet off the bed and with Silas’ help, rose to stand. Yes, she was well enough. She wouldn’t spend another moment here if she could help it and she didn’t feel bad. The pain her wrist was more a gentle throbbing than anything else. But she had one thing to say first.

“Silas,” she began. “I choose to be with you and your son. A family.”

Silas smiled and pulled her in for a tight hug. They both turned to find Tobias watching, his eyes curious, intelligent. He was shy though and as soon as he met their gazes, he dropped his again. Silas took Rowan’s hand and they walked to Tobias, taking his as well. Silas began immediately to tell tales of his village, of Charlie, of the others, and by the time they settled into the vehicle that would carry them home, Tobias was looking up at him and listening intently to his stories.