Jane F & Peter P
Naturally, the sound of glass breaking had drawn quite a lot of attention but Jane was only peripherally aware of it because her son was standing right in front of her, still had the postcard she'd tucked into his baby blanket, and he sounded very much not at all pleased. She couldn't blame him for that. She'd given him up, never once tried to look for him or search for him. She'd taken all her pain and funneled it into her studies, focused solely on her research with and without her brother so she wouldn't have time to think about the pain of losing her son. Being pregnant again had brought up a lot of those memories, so much so that it had probably been a very good thing that they hadn't realized she was pregnant until after she'd finished her first trimester.
"Yes," she replied, honest purely because she had no other means of reacting to this news. Her son was standing right in front of her he was mad, obviously and rightly so, but she couldn't be sad or upset or disappointed that he'd found her. She'd stayed in Madison because of that post card, just in case. Jane just hadn't expected it to happen now, to happen here of all places. "Peter, I-" She stopped herself and stepped around the puddle of wine so there wasn't that divide between them. She wanted a closer look, to really take him in. Given his attitude, she had a feeling this might be the only time she'd ever see him.
"You came all this way. What do you want to know?" she asked, and she sounded resigned to the fact that she'd probably never seem him again if he walked out of the ballroom. Jane didn't want that, didn't know what she did want because no one knew about him except for her brother. She was going to have to come clean with Ty later, too. Right now, her priority was Peter, regardless of the outcome.