"Might," she admits freely, a shadow of sadness touching her face. Now that he's here, she's even more uncertain about whether or not she wants to give the child away. She didn't think she'd have been a very good mother alone but-- Edgar had a way of helping her balance. It might be easier.

She doesn't know if she wants to think about it. The conflicting emotions flicker across her face for him to easily see, this close, "'ve been thinking it might-- make it easier. Let me-- feel like I knew him before I-- let him go.'"

Her voice cracks just slightly towards the end of the sentence. The thought is quite suddenly an incredibly painful one.