That makes him smile when she speaks of how things were and how they are now. For years he never truly thought about what it is she needed, how life was for her after she replaced the nannies that had gone missing as far as his four year old self had known. He barely remembered them, and certainly not as his mother as he sees Grace.

"He never made the time, and there is a difference," he says, believing that. He could have made time for them, for Grace, but he hadn't.

He's there for her in an instant though, coming to stand at her side, glad to hear her speaking like this, of wanting them to have normalcy just when things are so beyond normal it's not even funny.

"Well, any day I'm in house, I'll be right here for breakfast then," he says, vowing it and knowing that he'll make sure he is. For mom's sake. For the sake of still seeing her standing there at the window as the world came crashing down around them. He moved in suddenly then, hugging her.

"Thank you, Mom. For trying to make this normal for us." Life has never been normal, but she is trying. For their sake.