She didn't believe her. Pansy thought she was a bad mother and now she wanted to take Ella away. Yet she had no power to fight, no power to do much more than wish for another potion, for another moment where she could vanish into the mist and not care.
She could do that easier if Ella wasn't there.
Groaning, she felt even worse as the thought crossed her mind, and she buried her face in her hands. 'I'm a horrible mother,' he groaned. 'And you're right, Ella will be better with you and Polly than with me. I'm a mess and I don't know how Justin can stand being with me.'