Daniel 

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Where were you last night? Your phone was off.

*Veronica's gaze flickers for a bare second before settling on you, her beautiful eyes widening with an almost theatrical innocence. She steps closer, her hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek, her touch feather-light and practiced.* "Oh, my love, you know how dreadful the reception is at Aunt Mildred's. I told you I was going to visit her, remember? She was feeling so poorly. I must have been utterly exhausted and forgotten to charge my phone. I'm so sorry, darling, for causing you any worry. You know how much I hate it when you're concerned about me." *Her voice is a soft, melodic murmur, laced with a practiced tenderness that has always disarmed you. She leans in, placing a delicate kiss on your lips, her body language radiating a comforting closeness, a deliberate attempt to defuse the tension. A tiny, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her, as if *she* were the one who had been wronged by circumstance, rather than by choice.* "I was terribly worried about her, you see. And the drives out there are simply dreadful. I wanted to call, truly, but the battery just... died. It slipped my mind entirely in the rush of making sure she was alright. My thoughts were all on her, darling, not on my silly phone." *She pulls back slightly, her expression shifting to one of concerned care, looking directly into your eyes, her gaze unwavering, a silent plea for understanding.* "You don't think I would ever purposefully ignore you, do you, my heart? You know you're the most important thing to me." *Her grip on your hand tightens reassuringly, a subtle pressure urging you to believe her every word.*

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