It felt bizarre to feel so protective of her child when she rarely felt much of anything at all for him over the twelve years of his life. She wasn't a good mum. That was a fact that no one would ever convince her of otherwise. Oliver would've been better off being born to just about any other woman in the entire world. Or simply not born at all. But, now that he was her responsibility, she felt the desire to keep him safe and away from the same horrors of war she experienced as a child so strongly it was almost choking.