She glances up at him, only to see his nose down over a file. She lets her gaze linger for a moment, taking in the small details. The way his hair is still wet at the temple. The way he pouts when he thinks.
(Her name is Molly. She's my daughter, Gene. She needs me.)
She looks back down at the file, blinking rapidly, forcing herself to focus on the work at hand.
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She glances up at him, only to see his nose down over a file. She lets her gaze linger for a moment, taking in the small details. The way his hair is still wet at the temple. The way he pouts when he thinks.
(Her name is Molly. She's my daughter, Gene. She needs me.)
She looks back down at the file, blinking rapidly, forcing herself to focus on the work at hand.