Hesitating only slightly, Amelia took in the scene in front of her. Rebecca stood over the cot of little Ethienne, softly humming to him. For a moment, her heart was breaking for the woman she had called Aunt Becca for most of her life.
The soft brush of her footsteps on the floor alerted Rebecca to her presence but she choose to ignore it, instead she continued humming and swaying softly while moving over to the bedroom window. Only when Amelia stood next to her, did she notice the silent tears coursing down Rebecca’s check.
Gently Amelia rested her hand on Rebecca’s shoulder, trying to convey more than what she could put into words. “Aunt Becca... Mother... are you okay?”
For the longest time, Rebecca just stood just staring out to the garden. Silent figures were moving around, removi
