She lay on her bed and sobbed deep aching cries that burned her throat and left her weak. Her family was gone. In the time it had taken for a pot of tea to boil, her life had been picked up, shaken, and changed forever.
Peter was gone: Peter who had scowled at her suitors and waited up every night she went out till she danced through the door in the wee hours of the morning. Edmund also, who had never given up on her in spite of her hateful words screamed in frustration. And Lucy, who had never once admitted that Susan had changed but visited her weekly and spoke to her cheerfully of things Susan would rather forget. Her brothers and sister, the people she loved more than anything in the world were gone.
So she lay on her bed and sobbed and wondered through the tears why it was not her family she missed, but rather a golden mane and a deep rumble.