Anne moved only when Sam moved toward the crib, feeling the hostility and anger radiating off him in waves. She doubted that being empathic would have been necessary and it confused her. Sure, she might have been dead for a few minutes, but this wasn't quite the reception she had been looking forward to.
When his mother burst into the room with a GUN, no, TWO guns, her eyes widened even further. She went for her soothing voice and backed away even further.
"Sammy..." There, he knew that only SHE would call him that. "Darling, I thought you'd be happy to see me? I'm me again." Putting out her hands so he could see she had nothing in them, she made a movement toward the crib. "He looks just like you."