"I wish I'd said something sooner too," Henry admitted, but he added, "and I don't say this to hurt you because honestly I do forgive you - but I was...terrified of you. I mean...less Mom," Henry said, giving her a small smile. "Every time I have spoken to you in the last decade, with the exception of this past month, has meant me in a panic beforehand. Shortness of breath, heart-pounding, sweaty palms. And then...usually crying afterwards." He winced, but it was true. "I know I don't need to be afraid now. But I was."