She set Becky down on her bed in the cottage and then fetched a washcloth to wipe the makeup off the little girl's face. Something about Becky looked different, but Samantha couldn't tell what. She leaned down to kiss Rebecca on the forehead like Molly; Rebecca blinked and said, "It's you."
"Yes, it's me. It's Samantha. I'm back now."
"Samantha," Becky whispered. Then her eyes closed. Samantha continued to sit by her bedside through the night. She wouldn't leave. She would stay to care for these little girls. That was her choice.