One of her biggest fears, the one she would never give a voice to where anyone could hear, was that her son was filled with the same black malady of the soul. Perhaps that was the biggest reason why she couldn't bear to be around him for any length of time. As terrible as it should have been to admit, she actively searched for reasons to be away from Oliver. It might have hurt her feelings, but she knew that he was better off under the influence of women like Mafalda Yaxley and Hannah Rowle. If fate had been kinder to him, he would've been born one of their children instead of cursed and doomed to slither out of her wretched womb. It was why she didn't mourn the pregnancies she lost. Not even the daughter that didn't survive her violent push down the stairs. It was easier that they didn't last. They deserved better than to have her as a mum. No child should be at risk of being filled with the same darkness. She hoped that Ollie would be different, but she didn't have much faith that he would.