"I'm sure." There's no judgement in Priscilla's eyes, only sympathy as she listens to Rogue speak. "Life throws these things at us and we pick ourselves up and carry on, but losing your father was so very hard."
She lets out a little gulp that's half a sob, and when Rogue's hand reaches out she takes hold of it, fingers wrapping around Rogue's gloved ones and squeezing gently, the contact making her smile through barely restrained tears.
"Pancreatic, the doctors say I don't have very long." She says sadly, holding onto Rogue's hand like it was life itself and nodding hesitantly at the question.
"That's what we told you, yes, but it wasn't true. I don't know if you remember the neighbour? Irene? The elderly blind lady. She told us not to tell you, but we adopted you from her, she was your mother Marie, at least in a manner of speaking."
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Date: 2025-04-14 09:07 pm (UTC)She lets out a little gulp that's half a sob, and when Rogue's hand reaches out she takes hold of it, fingers wrapping around Rogue's gloved ones and squeezing gently, the contact making her smile through barely restrained tears.
"Pancreatic, the doctors say I don't have very long." She says sadly, holding onto Rogue's hand like it was life itself and nodding hesitantly at the question.
"That's what we told you, yes, but it wasn't true. I don't know if you remember the neighbour? Irene? The elderly blind lady. She told us not to tell you, but we adopted you from her, she was your mother Marie, at least in a manner of speaking."