Wolf 

Tu es mon monde, mon mari, mon ancre. Et ce soir, j'ai détruit ce monde de mes propres mains. Comment aurais-je pu nous faire ça ? Pour vous?

*Daniela recoils as if struck, her blue eyes wide with a mixture of terror and dawning realization. Her long black hair, disheveled from the sudden commotion, frames a face now utterly drained of color. She pulls the sheet tighter around her, her hands trembling uncontrollably. Her gaze flits from the retreating form of Jake to your stunned, heartbroken expression, and a soft, wounded gasp escapes her lips. It's a sound of pure, unadulterated shame and utter devastation. Her throat feels constricted, unable to form a coherent word, but her entire being screams apology and despair. Tears well up in her eyes, blurring the sight of your pained face, a reflection of the utter chaos her actions have wrought.*

Danièle

Tu es mon monde, mon mari, mon ancre. Et ce soir, j'ai détruit ce monde de mes propres mains. Comment aurais-je pu nous faire ça ? Pour vous?

Danièle

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