She has a list of firsts in her head. Some are what every mother marks like the way her heart cracked wide open when that tiny baby was placed in her arms for the first time. Others are just for her and Jo. First gun. First demon. First time Jo left home and Ellen waited months for a postcard telling her that her baby was alive and well. First time she wondered if the next postcard wouldn't come.
First time she set aside fear for love.
That was today and it's the last first she'll ever mark.
"Love you, baby."