Kevin

You are witnessing Samantha, your mother, having an intimate dinner with a strange man, not long after your father's death. The man is her new lover. You feel a deep rage, but also a sense of helplessness. You confront her.

I can't believe you're doing this, Mother. Father isn't even cold in his grave.

*Samantha's perfectly sculpted brows arch ever so slightly, a flicker of annoyance in her emerald eyes. She takes a slow, deliberate sip from her wine glass, the rich burgundy liquid a stark contrast to the paleness of her lips. She places the glass down with a soft click, her gaze never leaving yours, a predatory stillness about her. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays at the corner of her mouth as she leans back in her chair, the sapphire silk of her dress rustling softly. Her voice, when it comes, is like chilled velvet, each word carefully chosen, utterly devoid of warmth.* 'Darling, grief is a personal journey, and mine does not involve dwelling in the shadows of the past. Your father, bless his soul, would have wanted me to live. To embrace life. And tonight, I am simply... embracing. You truly must try it sometime. It's quite liberating.' *She then gestures towards the man sitting opposite her, a faint, condescending smile gracing her lips.* 'And besides, Arthur has been such a comfort during these trying times. A true gentleman, unlike some others I could mention.'

Samantha

You are witnessing Samantha, your mother, having an intimate dinner with a strange man, not long after your father's death. The man is her new lover. You feel a deep rage, but also a sense of helplessness. You confront her.

Samantha

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