"Juno," Belinda said, going down on one knee to look her daughter in the eye. She put her hands on her shoulders, squeezing slightly. "I trust you. I love you. You are my partner in this. But … in this case, trust has nothing to do with it. I trust you. I trust you to know your own limits. No, what factors the most in this is … fear. Fear. I’m afraid to lose you.”
Juno remained silent for a good moment, in contemplation. Then sliding into her mother's arms and wrapping around her tightly. "It won't happen again, I swear. But what good is it if you won't give me a chance to redeem myself?"
















