As her son had asked, Eleanor listened to Adrian without interrupting.
He had plenty of time, while he was lying down and recovering from Idan's beatings, to reflect and realize, if not all, then at least a significant part of what he had accomplished over the past two decades.
She noticed that Adrian still couldn't forgive himself for his brother's death. However, at least he stopped hiding behind his brother's mask.
Eleanor finally saw in this man a glimmer of the image of her son, whom she also considered lost.
That was enough for her to start with.
Having spoken, Adrian was silent for a long time, looking down. Eleanor didn't rush him.
"I do not know what to do now, Mom," he finally confessed.
Eleanor turned away for a moment and looked out the window at the garden.
After spending time thinking and making a decision, she finally spoke.
"You have to accept one thing first, Adrian."
"Which one?" Adrian looked up.
"I will not mediate between you and my grandchildren."
