"Jane."
She finally says, and her smile follows swiftly after.
He smiles.
"It is better now, isn't it? The silence feels less heavy now, doesn't it?"
"It feels lighter. Yes," she tests with her shoulders, "How though, is this possible? Are you?" She still looks a little baffled.
He is a little too, although it's more nerves than confusion.
"Do you, know who I am?" Cautiously he asks.
"Mother, she has a picture of you."
"Constance has…a picture of me still?" He smiles, excited and hopeful.
It falls, his smile; he is still all nerves and worry.
"Yes, just one though. It really looks like you."
She replies with a smile.
"Maura, I'm," he lets out a soft nervous laugh.
She looks at him, with a warm smile and waiting eyes.
He looks away, to only look back again.
He takes in a deep breath, lets it out, and finally he says, "I'm your father Maura."
"I'm your father, I'm Christopher Isles."
A/N: Hi there, thank you, for the time~
Hmm. Well, this was sort of where it stopped the other time so, I'll do my best to hurry in continuing. Apologies.
But, it was fun though? I guess, I just really wanted to meet Maura's father, and give Constance some credit.
Thank you, for the time=)