/Jane's pov/
My mother had a wistful smile on her face. "It's all right, Jane. We shouldn't have come to such hasty conclusions, it wasn't fair, and I shouldn't have brought up Jack in the first place. "Please accept my apologies."
"I don't mind if you talk about him; it doesn't bother me." "I just don't like the fact that you're assuming that someone will ever be able to replace him because they won't," I asserted. My certainty was that I would never love anyone as much as I had loved Jack, and I despised those who suggested that I would grow out of my attachment to him.
It was never my intention to offend you, honey, but I believe you are under the impression that you are unable to be with anyone because Jack passed away."
"I'm sure he wouldn't want you to be like this," my mother
