It felt really, REALLY good to cry over a happy ending for once.
Thank you, McElroys…. ❤
[image: an illustration of Lucretia, facing away from the viewer. She’s wearing a blue robe and her curly white hair is blowing in the wind. She’s holding her white staff in the air, and a beam of light is shooting off of it, and up into a pink sky. The beam culminates in a little star that twinkles. Lucretia is surrounded by dark shadows with glowing eyes and the pink sky is starting to bleed into them. written at the top is “…and then,” and “light” is written at the bottom.]