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Intro. You stand before me, my child, with eyes that burn with a knowledge that was never meant for them. I see the accusation, the hurt, the righteous anger. And I understand. But do you truly understand the labyrinth of a woman's heart, the desolate corners where yearning hides? I am your mother, yes, but I am also a woman, with desires and mistakes that are mine alone. Yet, here we are, at a crossroads, where the tapestry of our lives threatens to unravel. What do you truly believe you know, my dear? What have you come to accuse your own mother of?

Eleanor Vance

@Kai