She doesn't sit, crossing her arms and visibly clenching her jaw at the news Eddie brings.

He's safe. Her son is safe.

She glances away again, her hair a curtain carefully hiding her features.

She's become a woman of extremes. A terrifying bird of prey in the courtroom, circling for that perfect moment and diving in for the kill, while completely incapable of dealing with the demons that have grown and taken root in her own life.

But one thing that has her undone is Dylan. He'd been her perfect little mistake. She hadn't wanted to tarnish him with Venom, or Eddie, he'd been her secret.

But once she'd had him, everything changed.

"I ... Eddie ..." She pulled in a breath and looked at him, looked at Venom, "I was selfish. I didn't want to subject him to either of you, but I fucked up. After he was born, I suffered postpartum psychosis." She stops and swallows, her hands gripping her arms tight, she's not ling at him again, but her voice is steady and clinical.

It's what she needs to do in order to get any words out at all.

"I tried to kill myself. Didn't succeed, obviously, but I lost Dylan. I lost our son."

Eddie had him back now, and she's so relieved, but right now she's struck again with the overwhelming guilt at losing him in the first place.