Mrs. Mae stopped in the nursery archway, leaning against the door frame to watch the quiet scene before her.

She had expected Savannah to be taking a nap.

The house was quiet.

Lorraine hadn't known, walking into the nursery, that she would find her seated in the rocking chair with one leg tucked under her.

Savannah didn't notice her presence, content with gazing down into the face of her precious child.

In that moment, it felt just like she were staring into a Pensieve filled with her own memories; except now, the baby in those memories certainly wasn't a baby anymore..