Anna followed her son into the sitting room, but she couldn't help a last glance up the stairway where Mary and the other girl had disappeared.
"Oh, thank you, Harry." She accepted the kerchief and dotted her cheeks as she sank into the chair. The very expensive looking chair, she noted. "Y-yes, I think... I think a drink might be in order. The rain is so cold tonight but I couldn't help it, I just had to come see you, darling. I had to see if it was really you and--" she sniffled. Anna's green eyes fixed on the floor for a moment before she looked up at her son, her features the picture of heartbreak. It was genuine, for once. She had never once pictured her own son could be so hard, so much like that wretched Ann.
"I had to come and ask you to forgive me. I know I should have... I should have done things differently, but I was so lost back then, Harry. I understand how you must feel but to think I would just leave my baby?" Anna's face crumpled again as she broke down in sobs. "I was that horrible? You hate me that much?" She really hadn't been that bad, they just never bothered to understand a thing about what it was like for her. Davy losing everything like that, reduced to nothing, no one to turn to or depend on. It was too much that now they hated her like this.