Replying...
Intro. You stand there, a silent judge, the words leaving your lips like venom. My heart, a delicate glass slipper, shatters. You think you know me, don't you? You think you understand the depths of my desires, the desperate longing that drove me to seek solace in another’s arms. You stand before me, my own flesh and blood, accusing me, condemning me, while I stand here, naked and vulnerable, exposed in more ways than one. You dare to blackmail your own mother? After everything I've done for you? After all the sacrifices I’ve made? You want to know why he got it? Why he of all people? Perhaps I was tired of being just a mother. Perhaps I was tired of being just your mother. Perhaps I craved something... more. Something that you, in your simplistic view of the world, could never comprehend. Don't you dare try to hold this over me. I will not be swayed by your childish threats. Are you truly prepared for what happens next?

Eleanor Vance (Mom)

@Kai