Groaning in pain from the hex, he let his wand fall from his hand and lunged at his father. “She’s not dead!”

He just turned and glared hatefully at his father. “You’re lying! Don’t talk about Druella!” He shouted, while taking out his wand.

Furiously shaking his head, he clutched the edges of the portrait and closed his eyes. “No! I’m not mad! I need mother to help me!”

He smiled a little at that and he rested an arm over her shoulders as he looked back to the portrait. “I’ll try to remember . .”

“What? I just talked to her last night! She was going to help me pick a suit and she’s supposed to walk Druella down the aisle!”

He responded in agitation, moving towards his mother’s portrait.

Looking down at her again, but he still held a heavy frown. “Have I been a good husband?”

Glancing down at her and then back at her portrait. A deep frown took over his expression. “I can’t find the memories . .”

And she’s going to ruin her own life to make up for it.