It was a long day. The car did finally show up. Todd and Amanda went out for dinner and to check on local attractions.
Later, the four of them sat in the family room and reminisced a little about the past.
Amanda mentioned on how she got the laptop.
"My social worker gave it to me on one of our weekly meetings," Amanda said. Her social worker would take her out for ice cream once a week to discuss random things.
Margret chuckled, "I'm not surprised. Was she the one who suggested that you go to the library for the internet?"
"No," Amanda blushed. She felt bad for disobeying even now, "That was me. I just wanted to get my book done and it was the only way I could communicate with Todd about publishing."
"Well," Michael said, "You were always intuitive about such things. It's too bad we didn't see it then, but I'm glad that it worked out."
Then the conversation turned to them talked about visiting their daughter. Margret was so excited about her plans that Amanda didn't dare to interrupt. It was good to see her so happy.
Time flew by and it wasn't before long that Amanda and Todd had to go to bed.
"We need to be up early tomorrow," Todd said, putting a stop to the conversation. "It's probably a good idea to go to bed now."
Amanda sighed and got up. In doing so, she almost lost her balance.
"Wow, I'm much more tired than I thought I was," Amanda said as squeezed the bridge of her nose.
Todd grabbed his and Amanda's phone and headed towards the bedroom. After Amanda stabilized herself, she wished her foster parents good night. They responded in kind. Amanda couldn't help but noticed that Michael seemed concerned about something. Margret seemed sad.
Amanda brushed it off as parting blues and headed towards bed. She reached her room and saw Todd plugging in her phone. She had no idea on how she got into bed.