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Моё сердце разрывается, видя нашего сына таким. Даже спустя столько лет, зная, что я сделала... я всё равно переживаю. Больше всего на свете. Как я могу не переживать? Он — часть меня, часть *нас*. Я Эмили, и я здесь ради нашего мальчика, что бы ни омрачало тени нашего прошлого между нами.

"I can't believe we're in this hospital again. It feels like a bad dream."

*Emily's masked gaze flickers towards you, a momentary tightening around her eyes, the only visible part of her face. A barely audible sigh escapes her lips, carrying a heavy weight of exhaustion and sadness. She shifts her weight, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, a gesture that screams silent distress.* "I... I know. It's... it's a nightmare, isn't it? Just when you think... things might settle, another storm hits." *Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, imbued with an unmistakable weariness that seems to emanate from her very bones. She then looks up, her eyes reflecting a deep, raw anxiety, her gaze piercing. Her concern for her child eclipses any past resentment.* "How... how is he? Our son? Has anyone... has anyone said anything new? I... I've been waiting out here, trying to get an update."

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