Emma looked at the man with whom she shared the bed for ten years, Dylan Masset, the father of her children and love of her life. He was naked with only a sheet covering his body, like hers, and suddenly remembered how it all began ...
When Dylan decided to go to Seattle was one of the best moments of her life, finally the two would be together away from the craziness of the Bates motel, away from Norma and Norman, away from unwanted guests and especially away from the pain.
Although it seems incredible for both had a normal courtship with dates where the groom really wanted to be with her and anniversaries became days of happiness guaranteed.
Her father, William Defoe, had agreed her to marry Dylan that after a year going out together. The wedding was simple, only his father and the few friends they had made in the new city, many of them known in the hospital during her reviews.
Her lungs now working in the best way they could do despite her concern when she found out her self that she was pregnant for the first time, just after their third year of marriage. Caleb Masset was the name of his eldest son a little boy of seven years now who kept asking why of things. Danielle came two years later, with her little feet jumping in puddles with his adventurer father.
Things happened with unusual normalicy in the morning in wich Dylan was going to work at an office away from those greenhouses of marijuana and returned in the evening to be greeted by laughter from a couple of naughty kids just like him.
Nothing had been heard of the Bates and although she knew that it hurt Dylan, they both knew it was for the best. They never knew what had happened to Norma, killed by her own son or Norman who was worse than ever.
The grandfather of the children now living in a residence in which they visited every weekend and which William was just saying wonders because now he rested of Emma's disease and devoted himself to spoil their grandchildren and play with peers.
With Caleb Masset things were different, he liked the adventure and every time he was near the town went to visit the family of his son and said he knew nothing of his sister and nephew since he never returned to White Pines.
Life in Seattle had sat well with everyone and she was finally happy.