Re: Mean-Eyed Cat: Cat & "Leena"
Those pictures had been in that wallet for a long, long time. Even on missions, and when that wallet had stayed behind, the pictures had remained inside. It was an odd thing, but Cat was odd about the things she stashed away. Oh, there were newer pictures, surely, that she could find of Bruce. Charity events, publicity drives, galas, but he wasn't the type of man to smile for the camera when he was at home. And? Cat wasn't the type of woman to ask him to. And she had pictures of Helena, of course, older. Things Bruce sent in those years after the government had decided Cat could repent for her sins by being poked and prodded and sent to die. But she liked the old picture in the wallet best, and Cat wasn't the type of woman to dissect that feeling.
Really, she didn't need to. The little girl in that photo? Had still been hers, and everything changed once Helena went to live with her father.
Cat watched as Helena looked at the photo, and her gaze was still settled there when Helena looked up, gaze darting. And despite the fact that Helena edged the photographs back? Cat didn't collect them immediately. "He just returned. He has a house on the lake. Well, if you can call that monster a house. His company is about an hour away, in the Capital. He's still settling in, as far as I know. We haven't talked in a few days."