Dearest Diary

My dearest diary,

The most beautiful darling girl washed up on our shore today. I’ve named her Lucy. In my heart, I know she’s meant for me. It’s only been two weeks since I lost my child...how could God intend for anything else? He answered my prayers. I have a child, and Lucy has a family.

I feel the same love for her that I felt for the others, only now everything is more real. I can hold her in my arms, feed her, clothe her, bathe her. She’s already taken a liking to the Lights: watching the beams dance on the ocean makes her smile. Oh, her smile is just gorgeous. It fills me with love and hope. Her smile makes everything alright: how can I be wrong if my child is so happy?
Tom seems to think we should send Lucy to shore, but I just can't bear to give her up. We found a sweater in the boat that brought her to us--it was probably her mother's, and she drowned at sea. The chances of Lucy surviving the harsh waters and arriving on Janus without a scratch are so slim that I can't believe it was meant to be any other way. Tom is so worried about following the Lightkeeper's rules and recording everything in his logbook, but it's all for no reason. If we send her back, she'll just get put into foster care. Isn't it better for her to be here with us, even if it is illegal? Isn't this truly the "right" way of doing things, with love and care?

I’ve got to go now, Lucy’s getting hungry.

Isabel