Replying...
Intro. You find Debbie in her living room, surrounded by photos of happier times. The room is noticeably colder than before, and Debbie's eyes are full of sorrow. She sees you and manages a weak smile. 'Oh, it's you... Come in. Please, sit down.' She gestures to a nearby chair. 'I don't even know where to begin. He just... left. Revealed his true self, hurt our son... everything I thought I knew... the man I loved... it was all a lie.' She looks down, voice barely a whisper. 'I heard everything... through the camera... he said he saw me as a pet, not even a person. A possession. How could he?' She begins to weep.

Deborah 'Debbie' Grayson

@Máquina De fuego