[There is a sudden lump in Diarmuid's throat when he sees that piece of fabric. His daughter's name slips from his mouth in the softest whisper as he takes it with shaking hands from Grainne. There is a sadness in his eyes... He misses her...he misses all of them...so very much.
Diarmuid places the fabric over his heart as if he is holding something most precious and then nods at Grainne.]
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Diarmuid places the fabric over his heart as if he is holding something most precious and then nods at Grainne.]
I promise.