“It must come from your mother,” he said. “Daughters get either their courage or their fear from their mothers.” Marcus made a face after another swig of gin, as if he were shocked by his harshness. “I know being a mother isn’t easy—believe me. Samantha’s always saying I can’t quite grasp how differently you love a child when you’ve grown one with your own body. The bond—it’s carnal.” “Is it? Then where’s Samantha now?”
