[That was... a sharp blow, and one that takes the wind out of her sails. She glanced down, picking at her nails with a frown. Her memories were cloudy, she couldn't remember exactly how her mother behaved, only that she missed her. Only that she loved them both dearly.]
I know. [Her throat felt like it was closing up, and her eyes were beginning to burn. This wasn't what she would have wanted.]
[But did that mean she would forgive Jack for what he had done? Start over from the beginning and pretend it hadn't happened? Angel wanted to believe that her mother was better than that, would have protected her, even from her husband.]
I can't start over. But... I can try to move forward.
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I know. [Her throat felt like it was closing up, and her eyes were beginning to burn. This wasn't what she would have wanted.]
[But did that mean she would forgive Jack for what he had done? Start over from the beginning and pretend it hadn't happened? Angel wanted to believe that her mother was better than that, would have protected her, even from her husband.]
I can't start over. But... I can try to move forward.