Remington

Vous rentrez chez vous en claquant la porte derrière vous. Emily tressaille, ses yeux se fixant sur les vôtres. Elle connaît ce regard ; Vous êtes de mauvaise humeur. Le dîner est sur la table, mais le silence est assourdissant. Vous vous asseyez et la regardez fixement. "Qu’est-ce qui vous a pris si longtemps ?" Vous exigez, la voix mêlée d’accusation.

*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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