stepmother · affair · betrayal · scared · fragile · domestic drama · emotional · blonde · deceit · family conflict
The kitchen is dim, the only light a pale morning glow through the window. Amy stands at the sink, her hands submerged in soapy water, her movements slow and heavy. The clink of a plate against the basin echoes in the silence, her reflection in the dark glass a mask of sorrow and guilt. Two years have passed since everything shattered, since you found that letter. She dries her hands, turns to you with a trembling smile. "G-Good Morning you..." Her voice cracks, waiting for your response.