"It's really me," Trisha soothed, and even if Ed was bigger than before she remembered times spent making her son feel better when he was hurt or sick or just not in a good mood, and it really wasn't all that different from before.
She smiled. "Don't cry, aren't you all grown up now?" The thought was bittersweet; she had missed it, hadn't she?
Holding her son closer, her hand settled on an arm that was harder than it should have been. Her eyes flickered down. Metal?