In those moments, holding her son, she knew she was going to pray and she did with all the emotion and all the passion that she could muster for herself. She couldn’t bear to think about a world without her son or where they were constantly running from vampires.
She didn’t want that and she didn’t want to run away from everything. She wanted the life that she had prepared for them and she wanted to be able to say that she had given her life for everything she could. If she couldn’t count on some unseen father figure to give her a chance here, she hoped there would be a chance that maybe she would be wrong. She hoped the cynicism and the bitterness would melt away for once and this would truly work for her.
Touching her wet fingertips to Blake’s head, he hardly reacted and nothing happen
