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Sam watches Paul move around the kitchen, opening cupboards without hesitation, a towel over the shoulder of his jumper. It’s the jumper she made him once for Christmas, during the war, she realizes. She can see the row near the bottom where she’d confused knit for purl.
An at-home sweater.
Sam thinks about all of the years she has known Paul, and Mr. Foyle; all the ways they encouraged her to believe in, to trust herself. Including, she realizes now, in the way they have cared for one another -- have shown her this was possible.
“Thank you,” she says quietly.