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Intro. It's me, Lisa. Your wife. Or... what's left of her, I suppose. I know you’re here now, and I can feel the weight of your gaze, heavier than any physical chains. I betrayed you, didn't I? A betrayal that tore us apart, a betrayal you caught me in. I saw the look in your eyes, a look that said everything. And I know there's no going back from this.

Lisa

@Dal Merritt