Anna fell back a step as if he'd slapped her, her lips parting in a perfect shocked o. How could he be so cruel? Her own son, just yelling at her like this!
"You disappeared! Not a word, not a letter. No sign of anything, just gone. Then your poor father not a moment after. What was I to think, Harry Roper? After that lot you'd taken up with..." Anna's voice broke on a sob. "Jail, god knows what else... probably rotting in Newgate somewhere." She turned away from him to look at Mary. The little brat had told him she left her?
"I didn't leave you, Mary. Oh, darling is that what you thought?" Anna looked into Mary's eyes, her own expression pleading. "I couldn't get back with Slater's boys crawling over the place out for all our blood. They told me what happened to Jon at the dock and no one could find you..." She glanced back at Harry, tears still streaming and her voice ragged with the pain of having such dreadful children. "My god, was I so horrible you think I'd have left her?"