“Why?” I murmured, not understanding why she kept trying to offer me anything. Out of guilt perhaps. But not love. She wasn’t capable of an emotion that pure. “Because you are my son,” she said thickly, then she rose to her feet and walked away, leaving us here alone, tangled in each other’s arms. Darcy peeked up at me through reddened eyes and I kissed her forehead, my love for her blazing through me.
