[She watches her hands heal too, wishing it was this easy to fix everything that's broken with this situation.]
He... was talking about me. On the network. Called me kid, acted like... good father, made daughter snacks.
[Her eyes are going blurry now, the outline of their hands swimming in her vision. She hasn't cried yet but it looks like that might be coming up soon.]
I couldn't let him. Couldn't let... him pretend that. Won't let him hide... from what he did.
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4/6/13 18:09 (UTC)He... was talking about me. On the network. Called me kid, acted like... good father, made daughter snacks.
[Her eyes are going blurry now, the outline of their hands swimming in her vision. She hasn't cried yet but it looks like that might be coming up soon.]
I couldn't let him. Couldn't let... him pretend that. Won't let him hide... from what he did.