Over the months, Caroline ran the gauntlet, enduring snide comments and disapproving glances from her younger son and mother. But when she saw how Alex fitted at her table; on her sofa, in her bed, how effortless it was to be with her, she could weather away any critical judgements. She could finally be content in her own skin. She was a bit older, yes, but she still had it. Alex reminded her of that every time.