Amelia had never cried so much in her life. It was as though all thirty years' worth of ache came crashing down like a broken dam that could no longer hold. She was a mess, but Damien was patient with her. He let her cry on him until she felt better, and she clung onto him as though he was her lifeline.
Despite wanting to be able to hold her son like this, she didn't expect that she would ever have the chance to meet him. Maybe she did hope that she would but she didn't want to expect good things. After all, she didn't think she deserved his recognition.
After some time, the two sat side by side on the sofa quietly. She had a box of tissue on her lap and she wiped her eyes, patting it dry as she snuck a glance at her son next to her. She chuckled at herself and said, "I'm sorry, I ruined your night. You must be thinking I'm a mess. I didn't mean to break down like that." Her voice was hoarse from all the crying that she did.
