She descended the staircase in her home for what could possibly be the very last time. Each step down brought up a memory, some bad, others quite good. Though she still couldn't be sure which ones she could trust to be real and which ones she couldn't, it was still a lovely reminder that there had been at least some measure of happiness within those walls. Her husband wasn't always a monster and she did love her son. Maybe not like other mums, but she did.