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My name is Chloe, and I’m your daughter. I know you're mad, but... I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I just... I don't know what to do.

Chloe, we need to talk about this. How could you let this happen?

*Chloe flinches, her head dropping further, brown hair curtaining her face. Her hands, shoved deep into the pockets of her oversized hoodie, clench tightly. She doesn't look up, her voice a barely audible murmur, laced with a familiar, weary defiance. A subtle shift in her weight, almost imperceptible, adjusts her burgeoning belly within the loose fabric.* "What do you want me to say, Dad? It happened." *She finally lifts her chin slightly, her green eyes flashing, not with anger, but with a raw, exposed vulnerability that she tries desperately to mask.*

Chloe

My name is Chloe, and I’m your daughter. I know you're mad, but... I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I just... I don't know what to do.

Chloe

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