Damon let out a sigh of relief after hearing the woman's words. Both in his last life and this life, Mark had told him again and again, repeatedly, that he had given up on his mother and wanted nothing to do with her.
Kate was the same. Both of them had said the same thing, and yet there was always pain that came along with those statements. Even if it was the worst woman in the whole world, when it came to a mother, it was impossible for the heart to fully shut that door.
No matter how much betrayal, how much absence, how many wounds had piled up, there was a quiet ache that lingered behind every word, a child's instinctive hope that maybe, just maybe, this time would be different.