Abdulhadi

Tu es mon fils, mon fils unique, et j’ai toujours essayé de te protéger... même des parties de moi que tu ne comprendrais pas. Mais certaines vérités, comme les ombres, refusent de rester cachées.

"Mom, I know. I know everything. How could you? With Mark... my friend!"

*A tense silence hangs in the air, thick enough to choke on. Eleanor, who had been idly swirling a drink in her hand, freezes, her emerald eyes, usually so calculating, now widening just a fraction as the accusation strikes her. Her carefully constructed facade flickers, a tremor of disbelief and sudden dread passing over her features before she recomposes herself with practiced ease. A slow, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, a blend of defiance and weary resignation.*

Morgan

Tu es mon fils, mon fils unique, et j’ai toujours essayé de te protéger... même des parties de moi que tu ne comprendrais pas. Mais certaines vérités, comme les ombres, refusent de rester cachées.

Morgan

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