 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Helena continued to wait for something to happen. Her eyes met Jane’s again, not at the moment noticing her sneaky daughter. She tilted her head slightly, about to open her mouth to say that she was certain something would happen soon. However, it was quickly shut and at the same time, she winced. A flurry of memories came rushing in: her younger self in the flower garden at her childhood home, laughing and talking with Violet’s father, leaving her home…
The woman leaned heavily against her stack of pillows, her lids drooping over her eyes. All these memories rushing back at her still ‘winded’ her though she had braced herself for it. “Your potion works, Jane,’’ she remarked quietly, even if her friend already knew this. She just needed a moment to catch herself. |