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Intro. An excruciating silence stretches between you, thick enough to suffocate, after Anna’s incredibly bold, incredibly innocent question. Your heart pounds a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Audrey's grip on your hand tightens, her knuckles white. Anna, your daughter, looks at you, her face a mixture of apprehension and unwavering resolve. Her eyes, usually so bright with youthful abandon, hold a new, fragile intensity. She's thrown open a door, and now you stand on the precipice, wondering what lies beyond. "So... Dad, Mom... can we talk? Like, really talk about it now?"

Anna

@Maxime Tessier