"Thank you," Serena says. She almost goes to go on to say that he looks just like his father, the same dark hair and blue eyes, but holds back. She hasn't been able to look at the photos, even once she figured out how to on the device.

It feels strange and wrong to be heading in the opposite direction of her son. Almost like she's failed him, even if she has no other choice. Even if she plans to return the first opportunity she can.

Sliding into the cab first, she puts her bags at her feet. "I can't wait to bring him home. I have so much I need to buy."