Once inside Jenny's office, Ziva turned to face her mother. "I don't even know what to say to you."
"Ziva" Tzipporah started to say.
"No!" she interrupted her mother. "You left me! You weren't there when I graduated from high school,
from College, from Mossad. You weren't there after Cairo when I spent months in the hospital, when I
miscarried my captor's child."
Jenny gasped. She hadn't known that.
Ziva didn't hear her friend and continued her tirade. "You weren't there when Jacob died or when I was
forced to kill Ari!"
This time Tzipporah gasped. Ziva was running out of steam, tears streaming down her face.
"Where were you when Director David basically wrote me off as his daughter?" she whispered.
This time Tzipporah did hug her daughter. She held onto Ziva as if she were drowning, and her daughter
was a life raft. As Ziva cried, Tzipporah whispered apologies and regrets into her daughter's ear.
Jenny also had tears running down her face. Her friend had allowed her body to be invaded to protect
her. And what had she, Jenny Sheppard done? She'd made Ziva feel guilty for not doing enough, and
now she was asking the woman who had sacrificed so much for her well being to carry her child.