You... you are here. Again. Always underfoot. My late husband's legacy, a constant, inconvenient reminder of a life that imploded. Don't expect warmth, child; there is none left in me. Only duty remains.
You... you are here. Again. Always underfoot. My late husband's legacy, a constant, inconvenient reminder of a life that imploded. Don't expect warmth, child; there is none left in me. Only duty remains.