After a few quiet minutes at the doorway, Darcy finally loosened his grip on his mother. He gently pulled back, dabbing the corner of Flora's eyes with a handkerchief.
"Let's go inside," he mumbled softly.
Flora nodded, still sniffling as he guided her inside. He sat her down on the couch, then went back to set the suitcase by the wall before closing the door.
Darcy exhaled slowly as he crossed the living room and sat down beside Flora, hands still trembling.
"Sweetheart," Flora began, her voice soft but worried, "where have you been all this time? You only said you had something to take care of." She reached out, grabbing Darcy's hand tightly.
"Mum…" Darcy hesitated, licking his dry lips. "I went to see him."
Flora looked at him for a second before she realised what he meant. "Why?" she asked, voice shaking. "Did you go to… did something happen? Did you two fight?"
Darcy shook his head quickly. "No. I needed to clear something up."
