Author's Note: I told you the wait would be short! Part two is quite a bit shorter than part one, but hopefully it is just if not more effective at what I was trying to convey.

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Part Two

I will set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you.

-Luke 15:18, New International Version

-Fifteen Years Later-

Susan Pevensie sat in the old chair she had saved from her parent's house- it was old and breaking and uncofomortable, but she loved it. To her, it still felt and smelled of her family.

She had come along way since that time. She was almost content with her life now. For a while, after the wreck, she had been a complete mess, unable to do anything except cry. She sat in the same chair for three days, stared blankly out the window, and barely moved. She didn't eat again until the funeral. It was a low point.

But since then, she had learned she could go on, though three pieces of herself died on that train. She had settled down a little after that, stopped with all the parties and most of the social events. She met Michael Evan, got married and started a family. They had their own house- it was neither large nor extragavent, but it was what they needed and it was comfortable for them.

She had given birth to two boys. One, who she had fought to be named Peter, clearly took after Michael with his golden hair and quiet sensitivity. He was not very much like how her older brother had been in character, but he was still a rather easy child to raise and he did like to help her out with his brother as often as he could.

The other one also had the looks from Michael's side of the family, except his eyes. His eyes were as deep and soulful as Edmund's eyes had been. They had named him James after Michael's father. He was much more playful and loud than Peter was, but they complemented each other perfectly. Every once in a while, Susan would look into James' eyes and startled herself because they were so like Edmund's. She only wished her brothers could have seen her two little boys.

Susan knew that Peter and Edmund- and Lucy too, for that matter- had disapproved of her behavior before the train wreck, but she believed that if they had seen where her life went, they would have been happy for her. Michael was a good husband, and her sons, while still mischevious little boys, were rather well-behaved.

Still, every once in a while, the normalcy of her life shook her. It was on those nights, like the current one, where Susan would sneak out of the bedroom and make her way to the sitting room. She would sit in that old family chair and just think.

Tonight, though, she had gone into the hall closet, reached into the very back, between the cobwebs and Michael's old school certificate, and pulled out the bible Peter had given to her. Before the accident, Susan had glanced at it often, wanting to open it but being almost scared. After the incident, she couldn't bear to look at it except to pack it.

Now she sat in the chair, quietly, tracing the cover of the book with her finger. She opened the first page and pulled out the slip of paper she knew was still in there. Even though she had it memorized, she read the note again:

Susan,

Please, hear me out. It's in here, all that you've been longing for since we returned. Say what you want, but I know somewhere you remember. Please, just try and read. You'll find peace. Let us take our final journey together, as a family. I want you to be a part.

Love,

Peter

As the tears fell from her eyes, Susan knew now she must do what she should have done years ago. That night, she finally started reading and releasing what she had kept inside her for so long.