Falls of the Hinterlands Mama, we're meant for the flies

She couldn't believe it.
Bronwen had seemed to vanish from the face of the earth, and she had no way of ever finding her again.
To her, Bronwen might as well never existed.

"I've been trying to find both of you." What if she was stolen too?
Whisked away in a blink of an eye.
She slunk out of the water, rather chilled now, and sunk to the ground there.
She wanted to greet her son...but it wouldn't seem right. They barely knew each other.

His voice was like him. Like Laroche.
"I've missed you all so much," she smiled ruefully. He brought her such joy in these short moments. "I wish I could watch you grow up."
It would've made her life worthwhile. But no.