Mother knows best.
Mother knows how to crawl under her skin, kiss away her fears, stroke her cheek and poison her mind. Mother also knows how to break her. How to restraint the flow of her feelings and how to channel it where she desires.
Mother is a void – a hole she's never been able to fill, because love is weakness.
She's six again, in her mother's arms.
"I want my son back."
Is she desperate enough to trust her?
There's a fraction of her heart – a red glimpse, probably – that says she can.
Henry comes first, so she'll try.