Thread:Gojira126/@comment-32027406-20170713152430/@comment-32027406-20170721231129

"Claire," James said, looking at his wife. "Remember him? How he stood grinning and laughing while you lay in a broken heap in the corner? Remember that?" He pointed an accusational finger at Sofia. "THIS is the product of that! That girl is the child of William Morewsby, the bastard that took advantage of you! You had no obligation to bear that girl! You could have just aborted the fetus, and saved yourself years of misery. And I'm not saying this because of me. Every time you look at that girl, what do you see? Well, I'll tell you what I see. I see Morewsby's look as he stood in triumph over you. I see his face in every one of her features. I see EVERYTHING about Moreswby in that girl! Why, Claire, why do you do it? In fact, how do you do it? You, who are kind beyond measure? How, Claire? Just.... tell me how..."