Reflecting all around.
Back at her house, Catherine finds the nearest chair. She sits, hoping Jackson will come around. She takes a glass of wine, pours herself some, and tries to make a toast to herself, but soon changes her mind.
Wondering if she should be drinking to a soon to be reunion or drinking to drown her sorrows as her only son cuts her permanently out of his life... again.
Nothing worked out as she had hoped. She knew Jackson would be angry, but not this much. Did she overestimate her son's relief at the possibility of having his family back? Is he so furious with her that not even this can give him joy?
Sighing and putting her glass down, she presses her lips together and folds her hands, thinking about how she got here.
