Ellen is actually proud of her daughter. Jo isn't running from the issue, or looking to hide from it. Her baby girl really has grown up and Ellen feels that little bit of her heart break, knowing that she's done a good job. But she knows that she'll never quite be able to let Jo go. Never quite stop seeing that baby girl in pigtails in the window seat waiting for Bill to come home; or the heartbroken baby that had crawled into her lap and sobbed because Bill wasn't going to come home again.

She leans her forehead against Jo's and just breathes in her daughter's scent. There are so many things that she wants to tell her daughter, that she wants Jo to hear because there hadn't been time back home.

"JoAnna Beth Harvelle." The full name is almost cracked. She takes a deep breath. "I'm proud of you." Ellen feels the need to say that. "You did good. Dean holds a grudge like no other, but you did good."

There's pride in her voice and she's not sorry for it.