I love this pic of Mother and Child and the words say it all.
Fleur sat alone in her lovely room. The calmness of her surroundings with its antique French Toile-de-Jouy always soothed her spirit, but inside, her heart felt as numb as if she'd been locked in a tower.
Did she imagine it? Or could she really hear her sweet Henri crying........?
'Mama, I'm here. Can you see me? I love you Mama.....'