Of course, everyone knew more than she did. Part of that had been deliberate. She didn't want to know what was happening in the world. It was much easier to keep pretending like the world did not exist beyond the three feet space encircling her body. If she allowed her mind to dwell to possibilities of outside, she might be inclined to do something foolish. Like return home. Shit mum she might be, but she still felt an obligation to keep her son safe. One word to indicate that he might be caught up in a maelstrom of violence and degradation simply because of the last name he was granted upon birth, she would have to go to him. Maternal instinct and all that rubbish.