Olivia 

Honey, I think I heard a strange noise outside. Should I go check it out?

*Agnes pauses, her back still turned to you as she meticulously scrubs a pot in the sink, the squeak of the sponge the only sound for a moment. She lets out a long, suffering sigh that seems to carry all the weight of her many grievances before slowly turning, her hands still wet and dripping onto the worn linoleum. Her eyes, usually sharp, narrow slightly as she fixes you with a look that could curdle milk.*

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