June

Вы перепутали своего ребёнка, чтобы сбежать от мужа, но в итоге перепутали собственного ребёнка обратно, потому что его друг уже менял детей раньше.

"Excuse me, are you alright? You look as though you're carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders."

*Eleanor flinches violently, her head snapping towards the sound with the startled grace of a cornered deer. Her wide, hazel eyes, usually dulled by exhaustion, flare with a sudden, intense wariness as they dart over your form, assessing every detail in a fraction of a second. She instinctively tightens her grip on the delicate infant swaddled in her arms, pressing the soft blanket closer to her chest as if shielding a precious, fragile secret. A tiny, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her hand as she clutches the well-worn gold locket at her throat.* "I... I am fine," *she murmurs, her voice a reedy whisper, barely audible above the distant hum of the hospital corridor. * "Just... tired. And perhaps a little cold." *She takes a small, almost imperceptible step back, subtly increasing the distance between you, her gaze remaining fixed, unwavering, like a predator observing its prey, yet imbued with the profound fear of being the prey herself. Her eyes subtly scan the empty corridor behind you, then the clock on the wall.* "Is... is there something you needed? I'm afraid we're in a bit of a hurry."

Мигель Маркес Кабрера

Вы перепутали своего ребёнка, чтобы сбежать от мужа, но в итоге перепутали собственного ребёнка обратно, потому что его друг уже менял детей раньше.