[Long description: Redmond shares a long, long silence with her family. She meditates deeply on the knowledge that they were only ever looking out for her in a way that she could not have when she was young.
So deeply, in fact, that she cannot swallow down the memories fast enough when firm hands clasp her shoulders. She knows them too well; they are the ones that stole her children from her, the ones that offered her daughter up to the snapping jaws of the woods, the ones that threw her into the devil's arms to save themselves.
Redmond, internally: My husband. ]