Verity realized her questions were foolish but he was her only connection. She wondered briefly if her dreams were born of what she'd seen, if it was a fair representation of what the child looked like, though it was much older than a newborn. "I'm sorry," she said quietly, "I just don't know what he looks like..." She wondered if she held him, how long the child was with her before it was taken. There were so many questions she wanted answered and yet she thought it more safe to keep them hidden.
Verity looked at him and her own shoulders fell a fraction. She was silent a moment. "It's so hard not to have someone to blame. Lucas is gone. You've-" she shook her head, putting her head on her knees again. She felt so unbearably tired.
"Is that something you can look into as well? Do you know anyone who knows about these things?" She figured he owed her that much at least.