The truth sat on her tongue, heavy. His mother had betrayed him before and abandoned him when he needed her most. Showing her to him now might be a mistake. But Heather wanted to believe Amaranth had changed.
"Yes," she said finally.
"Yes she's trustworthy, or yes she's like Adonis?" he asked, watching her closely.
"She's… trustworthy," Heather said, though it came out softer than she intended.
"Oh," was all he said.
"Should I let her come up? Or do you want to meet her somewhere else?"
"Lets go down." His answer was calm, but there was a faint note of curiosity in it. He couldn't understand why she hadn't been there the day he woke up, and now he wanted to hear it from her own mouth.
Down in the garden, Amaranth sat alone at the small round table, her hands cupped around the warm teacup as if it were the only thing anchoring her to reality. Her mind kept replaying every mistake she'd made, every word she wished she could take back.
