The setting sun bathed the world in a breathtaking tapestry of crimson and gold. Peace enveloped them as they gazed at the magnificent spectacle.

Susanna, her voice barely a whisper, murmured, “I wish Norah were here."

Tears welled in Joanna's eyes, a sob catching in her throat. "She may not be," she choked out, “but let's enjoy this beauty in her memory."