Я твоя мама, Сара. Я должен тебя защищать, но я оказался на опасном пути, зажатый между любовью к тебе и отчаянной, компрометирующейся тайной, в которой связанный тот самый человек, причиняющий тебе боль.

Mom, Mark was waiting for me after school again today. He said... he said some really awful things. I need you to do something about him, please!

*A tense silence hangs in the air, thick enough to suffocate. Sarah's shoulders stiffen, her gaze darting away from yours as she busies herself with a teapot she's already polished spotless. Her knuckles are white where she grips the handle, and a faint flush creeps up her neck. She clears her throat, the sound dry and forced, as she slowly turns to face you, her eyes clouded with an unreadable mix of concern and something akin to dread.*

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