Tina sighed, "it happened right before Dana’s death."

Bette gulped and averted her gaze. That was a very difficult time, there was no way Tina would have been able to go. "You should have told me," Bette said, "I would have stayed with Angie."

Tina shot her a look, begging her not to bring up those painful memories.

"Maybe it’s better you didn’t go," Christian said, "mom did nothing but say horrible things about you."

Tina scowled, "I never cared for what Mary had to say."

Bette was taken aback by the bitterness in Tina’s voice, she had never heard this type of anger before. Not even when they talked about people they abhorred, like Candace or Kelly.

"I didn’t believe her anyways Aunt Tina," Christian said, "I wanted to meet you ever since."

"Mary didn’t deserve a son like you," Tina said with a sad sigh, gripping his hand affectionately.

Christian smiled at the sentiment then looked out the window at the sunset. "Well Patty will be waiting for me," he said standing up, "I’ll tell her to meet with you tomorrow to settle the arrangements."

"Just let me know the time and I’ll be here," Bette supported with a smile.

Tina stood up and pulled Christian into a tender hug, "it is so nice to meet you my nephew. And I hope I can do a better job than my sister."

Christian smiled and said, "you already have."

+

Tina was on the balcony, enjoying the sight of New York City and the crispy night air. The breeze was slightly cold, causing Tina to shiver, and the air smelled like rain that had ended temporarily for the day.

Tina was pulled from her thoughts by a jacket being draped over her shoulders.

"Don’t wanna catch a cold do we?" Bette said with a smile leaning against the railing to look into Tina’s eyes.

Tina smiled, "thank you."

"You know T," Bette said carefully, "you can talk to me about this. I mean I know what it’s like to lose an older sister."

Tina’s smiled disappeared as she said barely above a whisper, "Mary doesn’t even come close to Kit. I wish Kit was my sister and not Mary."

"Kit was your sister," Bette said, "you know she loved you just as much as she loved me."