This revelation makes me stand up and walk over to the glass wall.
Norman had a child and from the papers and pictures sitting on the table, not one of them explains how the child dies and where the mother is right now. That's all I have.
This just got so messy. I know the pain of losing a child first hand and I can never imagine anyone ever bringing it up to me because it hurts like it's today. The wound never really heals.
I never anticipated that in getting to dig up dirt it would lead me to things I couldn't ever guess. I walk back up to the photographs and from that one picture that there is Madame and Norman and the mother, they all look so happy. They also look close like they have spent a lot of time together and like each other.