When she opens him the door, she lets out a breath. With all the pain she had to endure on those days, the heartbreak, the sensation of being crushed under a thousands of knives tasting like hopelessness, she has done what she does best. Hurting people.
She has pushed her son away, again.
And hearing him yell, that he wants his house and his room and he won't give up on her, oh, she has surrendered.
"Henry."
He looks at her, with the start of a smile.
"Mom."
She welcomes him in her arms. How did she get so lucky?