The Burden on Her Shoulders

Innocence

This is if Mallory didn't change the timeline. So the flashback episodes may be included.

Cordelia had given birth to Rosalyn under a fake name, in a church near Miss Robichaux's Academy. She was so happy to have finally had a baby. And so was her baby. The young girl seemed to always be filled with light, never sad or cross. For three years, she was happy with her daughter. And when the warlocks requested their presence at the still-standing The Hawthorne School for Exceptional Young Men, Cordelia hesitantly agreed.

But the warlocks accepted the young child, she was beautiful and made all their hidden lives brighter. While in California, Cordelia brings Rosalyn to a park with a playground and plenty of trees for natural shade.

Cordelia watches her daughter from a bench at the border of the padding for the playground when a blonde boy begins playing with the girl.

"You're her mother, I presume?" Constance Langdon sits at the bench a couple of feet from Cordelia's.

"Oh! Yes. My little miracle. Is he yours?" She asks.

"My grandson, Michael. I'm raising him."

"He's adorable. Looks like he's getting along with Rosalyn well."

"Oh he's an angel. Gets along with everyone. This is his favorite park." They're silent for a couple minutes. "You're not from around here, are you?"

"No, ma'am, we're visiting some of my business associates. We'll be heading back to New Orleans in a few hours though." Cordelia checks her watch, "Speaking of leaving. We need to pack. Our flight's in three hours." She stands, calling to Rosalyn, "Come on sweetie; we're leaving!"

The girl reluctantly walks away from Michael and comes to her mother's side. "It's was nice meeting you, Constance." Rosalyn waves goodbye to the woman as Michael appears at his grandmother's side. "Say goodbye to Michael, Rose." She simply waves her hand limply at the boy as they walk away, and for the first time in her life, she cries.