"Do you love him?"
"Of course I do."
Emma Swan never cried, and she would never cry. She tried to tell herself this as she got into her yellow car and shut the door. She gripped the wheel, struggling to blink back the tears that were threatening to fall down her face.
"You're just... pushing me away because I make you feel guilty. It's OK. I know why you gave me away. You wanted to give me my best chance."
She had never met someone who could see through her so easily, and it only figures that that person turns out to be her own son.
What hurt the most was the he was right. It hurt because he knew and he told her to her face, like he was comfortable with her. She supposed he was. But why? Why wasn't he angry with her, for giving him up? Why is a ten year old so forgiving and understanding? If she met her parents, she's not so sure of she would be so understanding with them.
Her whole life, all she had wanted was to be loved, even for a minute, by someone. From foster home to foster home, she had gone through. The moment she hated the most is when the parents skirted around her for a few days and prolong the inevitable goodbye.
Emma Swan also knew what she had to do. She couldn't bear the thought of her son living with a woman who called herself his mother, but didn't even love him.
She couldn't push herself away anymore and hide away from the truth.
The truth was that she loved her son.