[If he voiced his assumption, Mary would be tempted to not correct him. On a certain level, it's how she feels. The babies she left in 1982 are gone, and she'll never see them again.

His compliment makes her smile a little. It's been a long time since anyone confused her for a good mother.]

Imagine being four years old and knowing that there could be monsters in the closet. Imagine having every reason to be afraid, because the adults in your life sure the hell are. Growing up always knowing exactly what goes bump in the night.