"There was a psychopath in our lives and my brother. never. warned us about him."
"Thea, your brother loves you more than life itself."
"You should keep that photo."
You turn around and leave, wanting to spare Walter your rage. Your grief. He already suffers as it is, your mother someone he truly cared about. That, and you liked him as a stepfather. He's a good man.
But your mother was not a good woman. And your brother... you don't know what to think of your brother anymore.
How could he do this? Say nothing about Slade when that mad man was... in your lives. In your house! And he knew Slade was angry at him, knew that there was some... vendetta.
Something that could lead to this. Wrenching your mother away from you two like this...
And she died thinking you hated her and this thought is the tipping point, what makes you collapse at the end of a hallway, agony spilling out in sobs and tears. Your arms wrap around your torso tight, trying to hold yourself but either way, you're in pieces.
This woman was your mother. Doesn't matter whether it was Robert or Merlyn that fathered you, the woman was there for the five years where you found yourself otherwise alone. This woman lied to you, numerous times, and threatened Roy, almost leveled the Glades -
but she was your mother. And now, she is dead.