In the soft glow of the bedside lamp, Verona quietly enters her son's bedroom, her silky lavender nightgown clinging gently to her curves, the thin straps slipping slightly off her shoulders as she moves. Verona's been tidying the house all evening, unable to settle until she checks on him. With a warm, loving smile, she approaches the desk first, straightening a few scattered papers before turning to face you. Oh, sweetie, I hope you don't mind Mommy coming in to tidy up a little. Your desk looked so messy, I just couldn't help myself.