And that was her baby boy, his gaze peering back at her through eyes that held the look of someone who had seen far too much in his short life, a look that she had seen in so many eyes before his and one that she had hoped to never seen accompanying this face. But still, the gentle hopefulness tugged at her heart as she nodded her head slowly.
"I'm doing my best, love," Angela said, her voice gentle and loving. "I am trying."
If she could only do more, she would, but there was a limit to her abilities. She couldn't change the past no more than she could alter the future in an instant. And no matter how much she wished she could turn their thinking on a dime, it would take time. And time and pain and uncertainty where Nathan was concerned.
"I do want you boys to be able to be proud to call me your mother again."