What would your mother have done?

            “What would your mother have done?”

            Jarod manipulates her with the words, and she knows it, but she still gives in, because her mother is the trump card. She would have done it anyway. She only resists because it is Jarod. The little boy lies there in Angelo’s arms, his head lolling, and Angelo’s eyes look at her, intelligent but still Angelo, judging her and afraid of her but still seeing more inside her than she wants anyone to know. He holds himself in his arms, his eyes asking her for help. She gives in for him, not for Jarod.