"I am." There was no use denying it. She made a choice that day in Cuba and she would stand by it. "I know he can be harsh, and maybe he wants too much, but for me at the time, I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't live the way Charles wanted me to."
She squeezed his hand with her own, a silent message of comfort. "Nothing changes," she assured him. "No matter what, you're my son. We might... see things differently, but we all have to make our own choices. Charles understood that. I hope he still does." She turned to face Kurt and cupped his cheek in her free hand. "Whatever you choose, all I want for you is to be proud of who you are."