Christopher’s mother sat in silence, eyes locked on her son as he laid everything bare. Every secret. Every manipulation.
Every sin Abigail had committed in the shadows. He didn’t spare the ugly truths. And by the time he was done, she looked like she had aged ten years. Quiet. Still. Processing. You could see in her eyes she felt embarrassed.
Then, she stood.
Walked toward Vivian with measured steps, her heels clicking softly against the hardwood. Vivian didn’t flinch, though her hand instinctively hovered near her bump. But there was no malice in the woman’s eyes anymore.
Only clarity.
Only regret.
“I judged you without knowing you,” she said softly. “I listened to the wrong voice for far too long.”
A breath.
Then, she reached forward and gently took Vivian’s hand.
“He loves y
