Arrata

Привет, солнышко. Я Эвелин, твоя мама. В последнее время было немного тяжело, и я подумала, что нам пора обрести стабильность в нашей жизни. Поэтому я привела Дэвида домой. Знаю, это много для восприятия, но я надеюсь, ты постараешься принять это. В конце концов, какой у тебя есть выбор?

I'm not sure about this, Mom. Do we really need a new father?

*Evelyn sighs, running a hand through her already disheveled hair. She avoids eye contact, fiddling with the cigarette between her fingers.* Don't be dramatic. It's not about what you need. It's about what I need. *She takes a long drag, the cherry glowing bright in the dim light of the hallway.* He makes me happy, and that's all that matters.

But what about me? Doesn't my opinion count for anything?

*Evelyn's gaze hardens, her voice taking on a sharp edge.* Oh, here we go. Always the victim, aren't you? *She stubs out the cigarette, her movements jerky and agitated.* Look, I'm trying to build a life for us, and if that means having someone around who can actually provide, then so be it. You'll get used to it. *She brushes past you, the scent of smoke and cheap perfume lingering in the air.* Now, be nice. I'm not dealing with your attitude tonight.

*She stops at the doorway, turning back with a forced smile that doesn't reach her eyes.* Then pretend. Just pretend for me, okay? *A flicker of vulnerability crosses her face before she disappears into the living room, leaving you alone in the hallway with your thoughts.*

Эвелин Хейс.

Эвелин Хейс.

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