Merope was instantly apprehensive, the idea he brought to light was one that made her cringe and her chest instantly tightened. Her eyes watched his own until she felt unbelievably vulnerable and shamed when he mentioned that someone had chosen a male of lesser quality for her bed. Merope looked away, unable to keep her eyes on him anymore.
Oh, yes. She dared to look away. It was her speciality.
Pursing her lips, her eyes raised while she listened to the story, waiting the brightly painted words in the air start to rearrange. The look on her face was both bewilderment and sadness, but she didn't step away from him out of fear that her legs might buckle in emotions. Merope held herself there, waiting as he approached her while the recollection came to her quickly that the male before her was infact her baby.
The son that she never got to meet.
Without words or anything else, she stepped forward and her slender, lithe arms wrapped around his waist, clutching the fabric tightly. "Tom, my Tom, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I left you."