Kenna keeps her eyes trained on her long since silenced phone as Antoine sips his coffee.

"I heard that you moved back to England," he finally says.

"Antoine - I know you set me up, you ruined my marriage," she snaps, eyes now trained on him angrily. "Why are you even here?"

"Your marriage was over, Kenna," he snaps back. "You just didn't realise it until now. Mine is too. I moved back to Spain, Jeanne remained in France. I'm just here on business for a few days-"

Kenna scowls. "Do I care? What baffles me is why you destroyed my marriage. What did I or my son ever do to you?"

Antoine sighs sadly, pushing his coffee away and leaning forward. "I never meant to put you nor your son in the middle of this. I just wanted to hurt him just as much as he hurt me."

"Why would you want to hurt your own cousin?" She asks, frowning deeply and fearing what he has to say next.

"Distant cousin," he corrects her. "Why? Because he killed my brother, Kenna."

...

Five Years Prior

Rubbing her eight-month bump, Kenna relaxed by the sofa, looking through Bash's childhood photos.

There were some of him during his teenage years and early twenties and Kenna smiled at the thought of Diane documenting every single moment of her son's precious life.

Kenna decided that she would do the same for their son. The thought of having a little boy and becoming a football mum excited her. Maybe, they'd try for a daughter once their little boy was old enough to not be so dependent on them.

"What are you looking at?" Bash asked, sitting beside her on the floor and letting her lean into his side as he placed a hand on her bump. "Ah, my photo albums."

She nodded, pointing to one of him, Francis and three other guys. "Who are those guys?"

Bash stilled. He was silent for a few minutes before saying, "Our distant cousins. Came to visit from Spain. Hey, let's take a walk or something. Aren't you meant to induce your labour by now?"

"What are their names?" Kenna asked, disregarding the invitation to induce her labour.

He sighed. "Louis, he's the youngest, my age. Antoine, a year older and..." He trailed off at the eldest brother, clearing his throat. "He's dead now," Bash admitted. "Painful memories. We weren't close but still, he was family. Hey, that walk?"

Deciding to listen, Kenna closed the album and grinned when he helped her up, planting a kiss on her lips. He had been very touchy feely with her and she believed it had something to do with her raging hormones but still, it was more than he did on a normal day or even when they got married.

"If this baby comes out in the middle of the pavement, I'm blaming you," she said against his lips.

"Well, you'll be the star of the show," he joked, kissing her.

...

Present Day

"What do you mean?" She breathes out in shock.

"He and Marcus went out one day, Bash returned home and Marcus never did. They got into a car accident, your beloved husband answered a call just before it happened and guess the person that was calling him?"

Kenna's eyes widen, her body shifting on her seat. "Who?"

"Mary." He sips his coffee. "She ran straight to him when he came back to the house, all bloodied up and apologetic. She asked why he suddenly hung up from their call and he explained that his car crashed into a tree, breaking Marcus's spine and it was too late. The emergency services arrived but he was DOA. Dead on arrival, Kenna."

Kenna feels as if she can't breathe, the caramel macchiato now making her want to throw up.

If it wasn't Rowan or Delphine, she always came after Mary. Yet, she still loved her best friend, they were practically sisters, Mary not having one biologically but Kenna did.

In fact, Kenna always treated Mary better than she treated her own younger sister. Throughout her marriage, she had accepted that she would never own Bash's heart fully, that was fine as long as he was in her bed every night but even then, he wasn't.

She doesn't say anything, simply stares at Antoine's hurt and grief filled eyes. He knows that it may have been an accident but still, Bash breathed and Marcus was buried six feet under.

"Was it necessary?" She finally says, tears prickling her eyes. "To ruin my family, the one thing that brought me joy despite the hardship? I worked so hard to keep my marriage afloat. He grew up in a broken family, I never wanted that for our son."

"I regret that you were hurt - that your son is now the product of a broken family," Antoine admits. "But I will never forget nor forgive what he did. I wanted him to lose someone he loved."

She slams the table, relieved no one noticed. "The joke's on you," she says. "Bash never loved me."

"But he loves your son."

Kenna begrudgingly nods. He wanted full custody after all and he wants a divorce so, Antoine wasn't wrong.

"Where did I go wrong?" She asks him, more or less rhetorically. "I did everything right, I love him..."

"Men like him lie and break other people. He never deserved you, he used you for convenience and comfort, Kenna," Antoine says to her, taking her hand.

"I wanted more than he could give me, right? It's all my fault-"

"You're much clever than that, Kenna. This broken marriage has nothing to do with you. Yes, partly but he is mostly to blame. Your marriage was doomed the minute you signed the papers."

Kenna doesn't want to believe that so she leaves her beverage, takes her phone and stands up, wiping her tears as she leaves the café. She doesn't even care how he found her there.

She just walks, her heels the only sound she hears for the time being before the occasional car drives by or a bird calls out.

Her phone rings in her hand and she sees that it's him. The photo of him and their son smiling at her, breaking her heart. She hates him, resents him for calling Mary even though they weren't even a thing back then.

She was last to know but this time, she knew first but refused to think about it. It was unhealthy and she knew that. She even knew about his affairs but she never brought them up, she was just the perfect, understanding wife who worried when her husband arrived home late and had dinner ready for him.

Clearing her throat, she answers his call in a monotone voice. "Sebastian. It's been a while."

"Did you get the papers?"

She nods. "I did, this morning. I'm, uh, looking for a solicitor I guess."

"I don't care what you're doing as long as they are signed, Kenna." He sighs almost breathlessly. "I've been looking at private primary schools in France that Adrien could go to in Autumn so he can start Year 1, my father will pay, of course, so that's not a worry..."

She tunes out what he's saying, rolling her eyes as she begins to mimic his words. She was the one meant to be angry and upset. She was the one who was meant to file the papers. She was the one who was meant to seek good schooling for her five-year-old son.

She finally says something that shuts him right up. "Did you ever love me, Bash?"

"Wh-What?" He breathes out.

She suddenly pauses, realising what she had said. She knew he didn't love her, she also knows that it was part of a deal between him, Francis and their father, Henry.

Mary's family had a lot of money and they often invested in different trades, for example; the Valois family business. As the frontrunner to take over the said business, Francis had to marry into an equally wealthy family to ensure that the company stayed afloat.

It was a perfect choice, Mary, as they knew each other from their childhood years. The Stuarts made good business deals and could help the company flourish.

But then Bash came into the picture. It was a moment of confusion on Mary's part, by accident taking both brothers on in relationships. She ultimately chose Francis, she loved him first and more than she could ever love Bash. The evidence was clear with their three children.

As an agreement to stay away, Francis namedropped Kenna. Mary had introduced her childhood Scottish friends to the Frenchman during their teenage years and Francis had been surprised to learn that Kenna, in particular, may have been wealthier than Mary.

He hadn't even given any thought to the other brunette until he and Mary got married and his father requested that Bash make a similar marriage tie. Henry had been happy, regretting that Kenna nor one of the wealthier friends of Mary Stuart did not marry Francis but he would rectify that and have Bash married off to one of them.

Henry had met and observed Kenna, how she behaved, what she studied, what made her tick or smile and he deduced that she was perfect. Bash begrudgingly agreed, sharing a toast with Francis and Henry before finally courting Kenna.

Kenna quickly caught on, she wasn't stupid. Especially with events that followed after she began dating Bash.

"Nevermind," she says. "I will see to the papers and we can talk more about Adrien's future soon."

"How about today? I'm on my way to Francis's," he says, cursing under his breath straight after. "Nearly got into an accident and why is there so much traffic?" He more or less talks to himself at this point.

She notes down how he doesn't mention Mary but she doesn't even care at this point because she is surprised he's in the same country as her, given he couldn't stand to be in the same room months ago.

"I have errands to do. Visit Aylee's grave," she begins because the girls decided that going at different times would fit into their hectic schedules. "And help Greer out with the kids."

"We have to talk sometime, Kenna," he tells her.

"Well, you never gave me the chance to talk before you walked away and kicked me and our son out," she replies angrily. "Why is everything on your terms? All according to you? You never gave me the chance of day so what do you want from me? For me to bend over and submit like I always did? Give over, Sebastian!"

"Kenna-"

"I don't know what I ever did to you, to deserve this but I'm human, too. I have feelings, I'm not a robot." She sighs, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose. "I don't have the time for this. Goodbye, Sebastian."

She hangs up, doesn't even listen to what he has to say to her. There is no point, she was guilty as usual and that was that.

She felt good. Not great but good. It was a start at least.

She held power over him for the first time since forever. It may have just been hanging up the call but she didn't have to keel over to accommodate him and talk. She had things to do, people to see.

Her phone rings again and she answers it albeit annoyed. She really doesn't want to even hear Mary right now, not after what she learnt from Antoine not that she could fully trust his words anyway.

"Mary?" She calls out upon answering.

"Where are you?" Mary asks her nervously.

"Why?" Kenna snaps.

Mary takes in a deep intake of breath, but it comes off as strained. "Are you mad at me?"

"Should I be?" Kenna asks her, tauntingly. "Nevermind, just having a bad day. Bash sent me the divorce papers."

Mary's silence is all Kenna needs to realise that her best friend already knew. Probably because of Francis. She prayed that it was Francis who told her.

"About that. Bash is here, in England. He's just arrived at our place wanting to talk to you since he saw Adrien here."

Kenna's heart skips in uncertainty and anxiety plagues her body.

...

Four Months Ago

"I can't do this, anymore. I can't handle you anymore, Kenna. You're selfish, vain, jealous and it sickens me. I do everything for you but you treat me like something you scrape from the bottom of your shoe-"

"Bash-"

"Antoine, Renaude... You never give me a chance, especially after I relocated to Paris for you! You know how much I hate this place yet, I moved for you. I got you everything you wanted and more-"

"Bash-" She began to say, trying to tell him he misunderstood everything but he wouldn't even give her the time of day to speak for herself.

"It's over. I can't stand you. I can't stand to even look at you. The baby thing was sick, Kenna."

Kenna began sobbing, pulling at him so he couldn't leave. She didn't even care as she sank to the ground, squeezing his arms so he couldn't move as he tried to.

"Don't do this. I didn't mean to lose the baby. I can change! We can make this work. We can have more kids, I'll quit my job - anything, just don't make our son like you... We can do this, together." She sobbed.

She wanted to use his affair against him and Mary, for good measure, but she wanted him, she didn't want to give him more ammo to leave her. She looked up at him through blurry eyes, begging him, literally on her knees.

"The baby-"

"Let me go, Kenna," he said calmly, glancing away.

"Renaude wanted to hurt me - Francis explained everything-"

"Let. Me. Go." And this time, it was harsher and he pushed her off him, making her fall back on the ground.

She shook as he left, turning around to see her son's wide eyes staring at her. Wiping her tears, she got up and cradled him to her chest, carrying him to the sofa.

"What's wrong?" She asked him. "Why aren't you napping?"

"You and Papa, yelling." Adrien began to cry, leaning deeper into her chest. So, he knew what that meant.

Kenna felt heartbroken, guilty and horrible. Her poor baby shouldn't have to go through this but this was going to be the new normal.

"Papa is upset that you and I are leaving him for a little adventure. We're going to see your cousins!" She said to him, kissing his head. "John, James and Anne!"

"Can I bring my toys?" He asked, his innocence making her smile.

Kenna doesn't have the heart to tell him that they would have to bring all of their things because they were never coming back. Her eyes looked up and connected with Diane's heartbroken ones.

"We are going to bring every single one of them with us," she said, not breaking eye contact with her mother-in-law, soon to be former.

...

Present Day

Kenna arrives at Mary and Francis's just in time to see the front door flung open and Francis yelling at his older brother to be reasonable. She's so confused as to why his behaviour is so hostile. She feels frightened but she wasn't going to let anyone know that.

Her eyes connect with her husband's for the first time in a long while and her breath seems to be taken from her body.

"Let him go, you're scaring him," she says softly, cooing at a fear-stricken Adrien who held his father's hand, pulling Bash back towards the house. "He's not a part of this. Your problem is with me, not our baby boy."

Bash agrees and lets Mary take an upset Adrien back inside as Francis waits just in case things turned hostile. He was obviously upset, at something she said, she didn't know.

"Shall we take this to mine? Unless you want the whole world to know our business?" She asks him.

He begins to follow her, locking his car as his brother starts to walk towards them too. The former couple pause.

"Do you want me there? As a mediator?" Francis asks, eyeing Bash in particular.

A part of Kenna wants to say no because Bash was never violent. Loud, short-tempered yes, but he never raised a hand on her. He didn't hit females.

But she says yes because she's scared that they would say things they wouldn't be able to take back. With Francis there, at least he may soften some blows and say what the other person really meant.

The three of them end up with cups of tea at her table, the same table she was at with Adrien hours earlier.

"As I said earlier, I promised Greer I'd help her and I've got to visit Aylee's grave, it's her birthday-"

"I don't want your life story," Bash says but he knows how much Aylee meant to everyone. She was a lovely person, taken too soon. He feels guilty, he does care, but the time for caring was gone.

"Of course, not. You never cared anyway," she replies with a roll of her eyes. "We have a lot of issues but never bring Adi into them. You started this; with the separation, divorce and now the custody claim. I just wanted peace, joint-custody and a chance to move on. Why did you even start a relationship with me if this was where we were going to end up? Where did we go wrong, what did I do wrong?"

Bash remains silent but Francis prompts him to talk with a gentle kick to his leg which his brother replies with a glare. He wasn't a child. But he sure as hell needs to be treated as one.

"We were a mistake," he finally says defeated.

She nods. "I know. I should never have accepted your proposal - we weren't real but your father tried to make us real. I was going to leave you, you weren't treating me like I wanted to be treated because you weren't mine to have. But then, you proposed and I thought that we had a chance, that we could make it work. I thought you were over Mary."

Francis tenses up and she thinks that he regrets accepting their offer. Well, it was her offer really and he offered first technically. They all knew about Mary and Bash, it was no secret.

In the early days of Francis and Mary's relationship, Mary and Bash had a fling. It had been very violent, hurtful and upsetting for all parties involved and Mary chose Francis.

"But I don't regret it," Kenna continues. "Because I have Adrien. He's so sweet and lovely and I carried him in me for nine months. He makes me happy and proud and I would never wish for things to be different because I have him at least."

"I never meant to cheat on you, I swear-"

"I don't need to know all of that. I always knew but I kept quiet because I love you and I wanted us to work. I was stupid. You misinterpreted things, many things but I will admit my part," she says. "I did start an emotional affair since I wasn't getting the attention I needed from you. I did contemplate leaving you after you slept with Rowan," she begins, watching his eyes widen in alarm. "But she promised that it was only once. I forgave you even though you never asked to be forgiven. I know an affair of any kind is horrible but I never held feelings for Antoine - he just understood me. As soon as he kissed me, I didn't respond. I ran away, straight to you."

Calmly, she sips her tea and watches him contemplate what she had just told him. She wonders how many teas of caffeinated drinks she's had today and whether Adrien was fine or not.

"I will be honest with you, Bash because I always am and you know I'm a terrible liar. You may lie, cheat and pretend to me but I know the truth regardless. I know you, but you never took the chance to know me." She smiles sadly, it's bittersweet but she holds her gaze into his green eyes. "Here's the truth, I don't want this - the divorce. I want us to make an effort at least because you never gave us that. I want our son to grow up happy with both his parents in the picture. I don't want to be your mother, bound to a man for life because of their past mistakes because Adi is not a mistake. Somewhere along the way of our relationship, you tolerated me at least and he's a product of that. All sweet and innocent."

She stands up and heads to the kitchen counter, opening a drawer and retrieving the envelope that surprised her that morning. She chucks it onto the table and gestures to it.

"That means everything that went wrong since day one. I have memories where it wasn't like that - that we were happy or I thought you were at least. I'm not perfect but I try. I may not care for anything that isn't a pretty dress or a jewel but I do care and love my son. Even you." She sighs softly. "You know, this is the only time you've ever let me say my piece without shutting me down or storming off. It's surprisingly unnerving and I really half expect you to shout me down or..." She trails off, her eyes landing on Francis briefly and she realises that he doesn't really know most of the negative moments of their broken marriage. She never told anyone, it was their business alone. She would admit, being pushed to the ground did hurt her back but she never said anything, even when Diane said she saw with her own two eyes.

Francis is intrigued, his eyes landing on Bash to speak once again but when he doesn't, the blonde says, "Other than Mary, what stopped you from loving Kenna? I know we had an agreement with Dad but still. Kenna is or was, the perfect match for you."

"Nothing," Bash says honestly. "I only got with you to stop everyone from thinking I was hung up on Mary. But then, there was something about you - I needed to know you inside out. You were a Pandora's box that I was intrigued to open. Then, it became impossible to leave you because of your feelings."

"So, I forced you to marry me - like put a gun to your head and forced you onto a bended knee to propose?" She snaps and he recoils. "I forced you to stay with me? I forced you to get me pregnant, and have your child?"

He lets her have that. She has every right to be mad, he used her and ended up messing her life up even more. He got her pregnant, he introduced her to his family, he used her own family to help his father.

"I cried and cried and cried," she begins, rolling her eyes. "Because of you. I know I asked for more than you could give at times but reflecting on that, our marriage should never have ended because of petty disputes and me just wanting new heels to wear to work because the other ones killed my feet. I know your patience level and you never had patience with me."

She was satisfied with her life, content with what they had and sometimes she wanted the occasional designer dress or handbag because Greer's rich husband got her stuff.

It wasn't as if Bash didn't have money, he just hated spending it. He had millions somewhere, she knew that much because Henry Valois always provided for his children, the man was as close to a billionaire as one could be.

When they moved to Paris, Diane had insisted on them living with her. She was all alone in her nice, little, palatial home and the idea of grandchildren running around made her happy.

It wasn't Kenna's fault that he and his mother had a somewhat strained relationship. Hell, she and Diane weren't the best of friends either but they were civil because of him and after Diane had followed her to the hospital during her miscarriage, she had a new sense of respect for the older woman.

Now, she sent pictures and texts of what Adrien did to Diane, the woman excited to still be a part of the little boy's life.

To be honest, Kenna was brought into a wealthy family herself. Her parents hosted the grandest of balls and events back in Scotland but after their children became eighteen, they backed off and allowed them to fend for themselves. Eighteen years of indulgence was what they were willing to give them as well as pay for their education until they worked.

Kenna remembers her first job the summer before she started university, she was a barista and then, she learnt the true value of money and appreciated her parents more.

Marrying Bash had allowed her an insight into the land of wealth and luxury once more, without the need for her parents' funding. But Bash was more stingy with money than her parents were but she hadn't minded.

At least she had him and not Mary or Delphine. At least, she mothered his child and not them.

"I got comfortable," he tells them - Francis, and more importantly, Kenna. "Bad decisions have always been my thing, Kenna. Falling in love with the wrong girl, using another to get over the first, sleeping with other women to make myself feel better but none of that is worth right now."

"No," she replies. "Not worth hurting our son's future." She gives him a bitter smile. "You won't break me, Bash and one day - I'll be the best thing you ever had. As I said, we can make this work but if not, I will not give up Adrien. In my defence, you didn't even want him in the first place."

...

Five Years Ago

Kenna blinks in disbelief, a smile gracing her lips. Her doctor confirms it all and she is surprised to learn that she's five months along but she was barely showing. She hadn't even shown signs of pregnancy - no vomiting, cravings or anything.

There's a bump, she could feel it but her doctor had told her that she needed to have the baby rotated as some pesky, little babies liked to settle in their mothers' spines. She looked bloated, not at all pregnant. If someone had said she was pregnant, they would have guessed that she was about two months or three months along, not five.

After her check-up and promises to visit her midwife and collect her many vitamins, she went home and found him in the kitchen.

She beamed, almost launching herself into his arms when he looked up but she reminded herself that she had to be careful, in four months - June - they'd be parents.

"What's got you so happy?" He asked, a smile growing on his face too. "It's annoyingly contagious."

She rolled her eyes but remained grinning. "What if I told you that in four months, we will have a baby?"

Confusion settled into his eyes and he glanced at her stomach, frowning at its slight flatness. He had noticed her gain some weight and she was heavier when he carried her to their bedroom at times but in four months they'd be parents?

"I'm twenty or so weeks," she explained. "Our baby's hiding by my spine so we can't really tell with a huge bump but he's there. Come and feel!"

He doesn't move, doesn't even take his eyes off her bump. Her smile faltered a little, but she made an effort and walked to him.

She took his hand and placed it securely on her bump. "A little you, Bash. It's a boy, I can feel it."

He recoiled, taking his hand back as if he was burnt. She winced at the gesture but reached over him to grab his water and drink it.

"I can tell you what, I'm thirstier than ever," she said lightly, disappointed overall.

"It's too soon, Kenna." He sighed, backing away. "I don't want a kid, I'm not ready for a kid."

Anger coursed her body and she said, "Well, I'm sorry you knocked your wife up because you were too lazy to get some contraception!"

"I'm guessing it's too late to have a..." He trailed off, guilt settling in his eyes. That was against their religion, well hers. He had converted to Catholicism as a youngster, his mother having been afraid of their pagan ties.

He wasn't overly religious like his mother nor Kenna were but he still committed to some aspects like Mass and Easter.

"With you or without you, I will bring this baby up," Kenna said, placing the cup on the counter and backing away. "Because I love him and love is all a child can have at this moment of their life. Even you know that."

...

Present Day

"I wasn't ready," he admits. "Not like you were."

"I wasn't ready either!" She cries out. "I was just as scared as you were but I accepted it because it was too late to do anything. Now, you ask for full custody. Wish I had recorded what you said back then, now," she adds bitterly.

He looks up at her, green eyes meeting brown eyes. "You're hot and cold now, Kenna," he tells her, almost disapprovingly and mockingly. "You want me, you don't. Even your mind is conflicted. Are you sure you know what you want? If you're this indecisive, I fear for Adrien."

She gapes as if he has literally slapped her but his words did.

"Who hurt you, Bash? You really ought to see someone about that," she reflects back at him, inwardly smiling to herself when he recoils again. "I didn't hurt you, there must be something else to this."

Their teas have long since cooled, except Francis's who had finished his while it was still piping hot or somewhat at least.

"More tea?" Francis interjects before the tensions could rise even more.

He gives Bash a warning look, standing up and heading to the kettle. He hopes his older brother has the sense to stop this hostility that he isn't even sure where it's coming from.

"What did Rowan have that I didn't?" She asks him.

"Sensibility. Loyalty. Smarts," he says. "Do you want me to go on?"

She laughs, a soft melodic sound coming from her lips. "Charming. Let's see, sensibility. Rowan doesn't have a bone of moral sense in her entire body - she slept with a married man who had a child. She then proceeds to willingly tell the wife who could potentially use that against him in a court of law should she file for a divorce. Loyalty - well, I've always been loyal to you so that one is a joke, I hope. Smarts... I attended one of the most prestigious universities in the world and decided to choose a degree that would stimulate myself. I'm smarter than Rowan, that's for sure considering she couldn't even pass her GCSEs."

Francis lets out a shocked gasp, sitting down with freshly made teas and giving them to their respective owners. "I never knew that Rowan didn't pass those."

"Her family don't do university-"

"Or higher education at all," Kenna interjects Bash, nonchalantly, making Francis look down with a small smile on his lips. "I have nothing against her nor her community but in terms of smarts, there's a wide range. Let's give her the fact that she may be street smarts like you. Just to make you feel better."

She keeps delivering blows but she can do this all day, she's Scottish after all. They liked to play games of back and forth but then again, he was French and if you had a Scottish person butting heads with a French person, things were likely to get ugly.

"I'm tired of this conversation. I've hit the ball in your court, now," she says. "Until then, if you dare try and take my son from me, I will waste no time in signing these papers and fighting for him. Finish your tea and leave. I have things to do."

She stands up with her tea and takes it to the living room, sitting down with a heavy sigh of relief. She's shaking violently and her tears beg to fall but she holds it together.

Until he leaves, at least, she promises herself.

When he finally does and Adrien is safely asleep in her arms as she watches the nightly soap opera on TV that night, she lets her tears fall.

She swore she wouldn't shed a tear for him but her body just didn't allow her not to. Unfortunate.

She had gone to visit Aylee's grave after he left, finding the rest of the girls there surprisingly before following Greer home, greeting a fretting Aloysius Castleroy and helping his wife tend to their seven children. Five of them weren't Greer's but the last two were and she still loved the ones that were not hers just as much.

Now with her little miracle in her arms, she feels numb and broken. Her mind daringly drifts towards the fact that she may have started this.

Before he proposed, she was visited by his father, Henry. He was charming and kind but Kenna did feel a sense of unease around him. His undertones scared her even within sweet words and as soon as she was married, Henry wasted no time in continuing their little game of cat and mouse.

He also didn't waste time in getting the Beatons to buy shares to his business. That further expanded his hold with ties to another country.

The doorbell rings and she gently lifts Adrien off her chest and onto the sofa. Getting up, she covers him with his blanket and slips her house slippers on, heading to the door.

Opening it, she swallows deeply and lets the person inside. A part of her wonders if he knows about this. He never found out, did he?

"Hello, Henry."