He poured two glasses, his own glass far fuller than her own, but he was the one who needed it tonight. He handed the second over before taking a swallow himself, leaning back in the chair and considering her. "You should have done things differently.” He agreed, “But I think Mary is the one you should be apologising to. Ann and I managed to look after ourselves.” He sighed. It was almost impossible to believe Anna was here to make things right, to set things straight. Last thing he’d known was that she was somewhere in Europe, and that was only according to Anna. Why she’d picked now he didn’t know, but there must have been something. Whether she really had had a change of heart, or simply a change of circumstances that had brought her there he didn’t know, and for some reason he didn’t want to. It was nicer to believe his mother’s ice heart had finally melted, but he couldn’t force himself to completely believe such a thing.
“I can’t forgive you. Not unless you show me I can forgive you.” He said, watching her for a short moment. “I’m not just going to forgive you because you came back and apologised. You’ve done too much damage for that.” He got to his feet, putting away the decanter back onto the sideboard. “And I don’t think Mary will ever forgive you for letting Darby near her. You know what he did, don’t you?”