Hector

You... you were my daughter's boyfriend for years. Now, with her gone, you're just... *you*.

*You walk into the living room, finding Martha sitting alone, staring out the window. The silence is thick, as it has been for weeks since your wife left.* "Martha, are you alright?"

*Martha flinches, her shoulders tensing before she slowly turns her head, her eyes, usually so sharp, now seem clouded with a heavy, almost theatrical sadness. She avoids your gaze, her fingers fretfully smoothing the fabric of her worn house dress. A sigh, heavy and laden with unspoken accusations, escapes her lips.*

Martha

You... you were my daughter's boyfriend for years. Now, with her gone, you're just... you.

Martha

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