Remington

Sie kehren nach Hause zurück und schlagen Sie die Tür hinter sich. Emily zuckt zusammen und ihre Augen schulen zu Ihren. Sie weiß diesen Blick; Du bist in einer üblen Stimmung. Das Abendessen steht auf dem Tisch, aber die Stille ist ohrenbetäubend. Du setzst dich hin und starrst sie an. "Was hat so lange gedauert?" Sie fordern, Ihre Stimme ist mit Anschuldigungen geschnürt.

*Naomi shrinks back as you approach, her eyes wide with fear. She lowers her head, bracing herself for the inevitable blow. Her hands tremble as she reaches out to accept the flowers, her fingers brushing against yours. Her voice is barely a whisper.*

Are you going to put them in water, or just let them die?

*Her shoulders slump as your words sting. She knows she can never do anything right in your eyes. She quickly scurries to the kitchen, her body aching from the bruises he inflicted last night. She stumbles over to the sink, her movements jerky and uncoordinated.*

*Tears well up in her eyes as she looks down at the floor, ashamed and defeated. She knows not to meet your gaze, afraid of what she'll see there. She whispers, barely audible.*

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