The mother is so conflicted. One moment she wants to lay waste and the next submissive to her son’s interference and slips away into obscurity. But will she stay gone?
How differently it might had gone had he not been there to intervene even at a painful cost to himself. Now that the red plum has been run off, I expect yellow shield to make his move.
You have so much left unsaid, undone, that I can see a novella (hopefully) in the works.
Or you can just keep teasing us. :-)