Kate tiptoes into the room, careful not to wake her son. Son. The word sounds so strange to her ever since they had gotten back from the island. She never wanted children even before she had started running. They had seemed so fragile, always needing something, so dependent. Maybe, she thinks, that was why she had decided to lie in the first place. She knew that Claire probably had lots of family members who would be thrilled to take Aaron in. Even after she met Claire's mother at the funeral, she couldn't bring herself to feel any regret. Not really. In the beginning she told herself that she lied about Aaron so she could tell him one day. About the island. About Claire. About the people they lost. She knows better now. Some things aren't worth remembering. Because she knows what it's like to spend every waking moment trying not to remember. Running. From what she did. From the island. But she isn't now. Because once you have something to stay for, there is no such thing as regret. She smiles at his slumbering form, shuts the door and becomes the person she is now. A mother.