Her love, stifled and bullied into frightened silence by Lord Harcourt, was abundant and given with tenderness in his absences. And although Jayne had just this one memory, she felt that hidden in her mind were more recollections of her mother’s affection and loving devotion. One day, she would recall them, and like this one memory, they would give her the love and self-esteem she craved.
“How beautiful you look, my darling,” her mother had said. Jayne concentrated on the recollection of the touch of her mothers hand at her cheek. Her mother laughed again. “Now, try this one."