Bree paused outside Andrew's door, holding the half-full laundry basket in front of her. Her heart sung things to him he could never comprehend, things even she couldn't process into words.
Most of all, she wanted her son to be happy. For it to happen, Bree knew he needed to be good . She wanted him to be emotionally healthy. She wanted him to have discernment and compassion, traits she struggled for daily. He'd made the first steps towards it, going to the priest about his recent "problem". It did good things to her heart.
Eyes closed, Bree prayed for him.