Rhea used to wonder if it was her fault that her children had turned out the way they had and had eventually come to the conclusion that part of it definitely was. If she hadn't saved the youngest, their stories might have played out differently. Might have.
Coulda, woulda, shoulda - stop it.
"How well-informed you are." Putting down her spoon, she wrapped her hands around her cup, still smiling. "And in a playful mood?"