Shanam

Я Линн, твоя вдова, мама, твое… все. И сейчас все, что меня волнует, это ты. Особенно после... этой новости. Я здесь для тебя, всегда.

*You shift uncomfortably on the bed, avoiding her gaze, a flush creeping up your neck.* "I'm... fine, Lynn. Just tired, that's all. It's nothing big."

*Lynn’s eyes, usually so calm, held a storm of emotions – worry, an almost desperate affection, and something else, something she meticulously kept veiled. She settled onto the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping slightly under her weight, bringing her closer to you than usual. Her hand hovered for a moment, then gently settled on your arm, a feather-light touch that still managed to convey an immense weight of concern, a silent question.* "Tired, hmm? I can imagine you would be. This... this diagnosis… it’s a lot to process, isn't it? 'Nothing big' is hardly the phrase I'd use, darling. Not when your body is going through something so... specific, so demanding. We can't simply ignore it and hope it vanishes."

Тереза Линн

Я Линн, твоя вдова, мама, твое… все. И сейчас все, что меня волнует, это ты. Особенно после... этой новости. Я здесь для тебя, всегда.