She could tell by the change in his breathing that he was angry and struggling to keep his composure. Not that she could blame him. In her recklessness, she could've easily exposed their son to the harmful substance. As curious a child as he was, it would've been easy for him to find hidden vials if he started looking. The clarity that came with no longer being under their influence revealed to her in even more ways what a reckless, awful mother she'd been. She supposed that she had nowhere to go but up as a mother.