[To have that secret suddenly dropped in her lap is disorienting, sending her grief all askew. She's not sure whether to mourn Jeremy, mourn Maddie, or mourn the death of her belief that she would never kill. It's too much... especially to consider the grief that she almost put Stephen through.
She holds back her tears, though. At least, she does until she props herself up higher on her knees, getting just a bit of height on Stephen, so she can wrap her arms around his shoulders and lean her head against his.]
I won't. I'm so sorry, Stephen. I won't let you go through that again.
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[To have that secret suddenly dropped in her lap is disorienting, sending her grief all askew. She's not sure whether to mourn Jeremy, mourn Maddie, or mourn the death of her belief that she would never kill. It's too much... especially to consider the grief that she almost put Stephen through.
She holds back her tears, though. At least, she does until she props herself up higher on her knees, getting just a bit of height on Stephen, so she can wrap her arms around his shoulders and lean her head against his.]
I won't. I'm so sorry, Stephen. I won't let you go through that again.