“You know nothing of being called ‘Evil’. You may be called ‘Wicked’, but you know nothing until your son looks you in the eye and tells you that he believes you’re evil, too. And, then, he goes to find his ‘real’ family,” she huffed, gaze falling to the floor.

“But, you truly know nothing, until you come to terms with the fact that you cannot remember the last time you did good…either…”