"Molly, he knows you loved him. Let go. Haven't you suffered enough?"
"Lift your eyes; look beyond. It's time to go. You don't belong here anymore."
The sun rises; dawn breaks. Gentle rays gild her sorrowing face. Her soul turns outward, relieved of its guilt for the first time in fifteen long years.
She doesn't answer Sam's question. Relief erases the suffering from her eyes as she looks away from this world to a different tomorrow. Whatever is to come will be a blessed change from this persistent dream that constantly repeats the horror of that night so long ago.