Firefly Glen [PHE] you don't know me liked you used to

Gideon was awash in emotions -- and it was good he was preoccupied with wrestling his own, so he did not see how his weak father struggled to rein in his own choked senses.

He swallowed, expression growing fallow as Ezra continued. Part of growing was maturing -- and maturing was realizing it was so exhausting being petty. He wanted to say good, let your mother suffer -- but he knew this was neither kind nor healthy for his children, who deserved more than squabbling, bitter parents.

Maybe she realized she'd made a mistake. Anselm hoped so with a ferocity that stunned even him. Vhere is she? He finally asked, brushing past the key component that Ezra had mentioned he was coming with him. 

That would leave Heda alone -- but hadn't she wished that, all those days ago?