Your heart fractures at the desperate, lonely look in her eyes and all you want to do is wrap your arms around her in a comforting hug. But you don't; you know what she's like: hugs don't do anything for her.

"I don't understand why," she chokes out through her tears as she stands, half facing you, half facing the door, with her fists clenched at her sides. Her hopeless eyes turn to you for answers you don't have. "She said I was like a daughter to her."

You can feel the tears pooling in the corners of your eyes as you watch your best friend, the best person you've ever known, slowly crumble in front of you. And then you stop thinking. You walk towards her and you pull her into your embrace. "Oh my darling, sweet girl, I don't know why she did it," you whisper against her ear.

It's unexpected when her arms wrap around your frame in return, but then her fingers are knotting themselves in the bagginess of your shirt, grasping and pulling as she sobs all the more viciously into your shoulder.

The person who made her feel like this is your mother, and right now, you're not sure that you're ever going to be able to forgive her. You wonder idly if you care if she'll ever forgive you for what you're doing. You don't think you do. You will always choose Maura. She will always be your family and she will never be left behind, not with you at the helm.

"I don't know why she did it," you repeat. "But I promise you, you are not alone. You never have to be alone ever again. I am here, Maur, and I will be here for you, no matter what, for as long as you want me to be, and probably far past that, as well." You tighten your hold as she cries harder, trembling violently in your embrace. "I love you, Maur, and I am your family. I will never desert you and I will never intentionally put you through pain. I'll chase away your fears and protect you from the monsters lurking under your bed. I'll be whatever you need me to be."

She presses her nose against your neck and takes a few shuddering breaths. You can feel her panic start to evaporate and the calm begin to settle in. Softly, you brush your lips against her hair to comfort her.

"Thank you, Jane," she mumbles against your skin. You smile.

"You never have to thank me, honey," you assure her. You squeeze her a little more tightly. "This is what family's for."