Poor wench has more baggage than a Samsonite warehouse. She also has all the critical faculties of an amoeba that was the runt of the litter. The brother that everyone adored, now: He beat up a shy boy with a stutter, insisted on doing something dangerous with SOMEONE ELSE'S horse, and yet was the complete apple of his parents' eyes. She needed therapy. Before his death, the brother needed a wakeup call to get the impulsive stupid out of his head. The ML, now, needed to move on from brother and sister and live his life away from neurotic idiots and without vain regrets for something that wasn't his fault. He was a decent sort. As to FL, I failed to see anything lovable about her. All I saw was a human who was a life support system for a grudge.
A Shadow of Guilt