There are a lot of names that they don't say very often. (This is what happens when your school has a graveyard attached. Among other factors.)

Odd, and more than a little sad, to think of Maddie in those days. A long time ago, like so much.

He half-smiles, even though he's wondering (and worrying) too, and squeezes her shoulder lightly. "No. You are looking out for your daughter."

Daughter.

"That is being a good mother."