For a moment, neither of them moved.
Felicity stood in the doorway, her sapphire eyes locked onto Henry with an intensity that made his breath catch. It wasn't hostile... far from it. But there was something in her gaze that felt like it could see straight through him, past his skin, past his bones, into the very core of his soul.
Henry's heart hammered in his chest. "This is her. This is my... mother."
The word felt foreign in his mind. In his previous life, he'd lost his parents when he was three. The memories were hazy... flashes of warmth, laughter, the smell of his mother's perfume. But it had been so long ago that they felt more like dreams than reality.
And now, here he was, staring at a woman who was technically a stranger... but who looked at him like he was her entire world.
