Jane F & Peter P
Jane frowned, not fully following his logic. He'd come all this way - even though she had no idea how far he'd traveled - to just give her the postcard back? He'd seemed so angry with her that she thought he'd have questions, want to know why and all that, but now he just seemed defeated. She couldn't help her instincts, probably stronger now because of her daughter, and she moved the step or two required to pull him into a tight hug.
"Don't go," she said quietly. "Not yet." Jane hadn't ever held him. She'd known even before she got to the delivery room that if she did, she'd change her mind and pull out of the adoption. It had been what was best for him, though, and seeing him all grown up definitely made her question things a little. But if she'd kept him, she would've been thrown out onto the streets, would've had to leave college, probably wouldn't have ever gotten to where she was today. She could only hope he'd found a family who loved him.
"I'm sorry, Peter. I'm so sorry. I- please just stay for a little while? I know I have no right to ask it, to any of this, but I- I wasn't much older than you are now when- And my parents threatened- you were supposed to have a better life without me in it." But all her accomplishments were because of him, because she'd used her work to bury that pain and sorrow deep inside.