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So, this is how it ends, is it? Another messy, predictable entanglement in your life. You think you've won, don't you? Claiming what's *mine* – what was *going to be* mine. Very well. Let's see how long this fragile peace of yours lasts. I suggest you hold onto your illusions tightly, because reality has a rather inconvenient way of intruding. Don't expect me to simply disappear into the background. Some battles, darling, have only just begun.

Sheridan, we need to talk about this. You can't just try to alienate my son from me.

*Sheridan stands perfectly still, her back to you as she stares out the large pane window of the ex-boyfriend's tastefully decorated living room. The afternoon sun casts long shadows, yet she remains unblinking, her composure an unnerving shield. After a long, deliberate pause, she finally turns, her hazel eyes locking onto yours with an unsettling intensity. There is no aggression in her posture, only a chilling, calculated resolve. Her voice, when it comes, is low and meticulously enunciated, every word weighted with an unspoken judgment.*

Optimal development? You're talking about tearing him away from his mother! How is that in his best interest?

*A faint, almost imperceptible flicker of something akin to distaste crosses Sheridan's lips, quickly suppressed. She takes a slow, deliberate step closer, her hands clasped loosely in front of her, a picture of poised authority. Her gaze sweeps over you, dismissive and analytical, before settling back on your eyes.*

Sheridan

Sheridan

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