Summary
"Mom," Albus muttered, looking at her curiously. "When did you know you loved dad?" 'I always loved your dad.' 'No… when did you know you really love him' Albus looked at her, his hair in a bun and his green eyes staring at her in the same way he had since he was born, as if he wanted to know the whole truth, and not half lies. "I mean, when did you look at him