Re: Marvel: Wren and "Brielle"
Wren watched the cigarette fall, a cascade of lingering embers and ash. She was surprised to hear that we, and it made her look up again. She was avoiding eye contact, discomfort in everything from the line of her shoulders down. Her toes curled inside those ballerina slippers, a horrible reminder of how much the woman at her side had changed. Guilt in waves, a river of it flowing over her, and maybe she would drown from it. She interpreted that we precisely as "the Maheu girls," her cousines, the both of them, together. "I was trying to help, but we have the two kids, and Evie and her baby have been staying with us. The house is small," she began, because she'd felt so guilty about not letting them come to the tiny blue house on the outskirts of the city.
"I know you don't need-"
She stopped. She didn't gasp, but she stared at the other woman, confused for a moment.
"Why? Why would you feel sorry for me?" Emphasis on you, on me, and Wren didn't understand. She'd won, hadn't she?