For the first time in nearly a year, she hugs her mother. Mom pats her hair and kisses her forehead the way she did when Samantha was little. "Don't worry, honey, everything will be fine. I'll always be here for you." They remain that way for a minute until Mom says, "We better see what your dad is up to."
They find Dad taking pictures of the beach with the camera. Before Samantha can object or hide her face, he snaps one of her and Mom. "There's my two bathing beauties," he says.
"Dad," Samantha whines, stretching the word out.
"Sorry. How about one more?"
"Fine, but let's do one of the whole family."
"Gee, I'd love to, but I don't really know how to work the timer on this thing-"
Mom snatches the camera from around his neck, kissing him as she fiddles with the buttons. She sets the camera on the car and then takes Dad's hand, scampering over beside Samantha.
They stand on either side of Samantha, putting a hand on her shoulder. In their touch, she feels how much they love her. Despite all that's happened, a smile comes easily to her.
Then the camera clicks, preserving the image of their love forever.