Re: Bruce W/Helena W
[It's his appearance that shocks her the most, because now he looks a lot more like her dad. Her eyes go wide and her fingers audibly thump against the screen of her iPad as she traces his face with unfeeling fingertips.]
Daddy. [It's whispered and reverent and with it comes a spill of tears. Her body bows forward over the iPad, blocking out view of the plain room behind her: the window with sunshine blazing in, the bed she's on.] I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I was just so mad and you didn't deserve that but I couldn't -- [The words come out of her in a rush, like they're tripping over each other to get out.] I couldn't stop, and I was so angry, and I'm sorry. I'm so, so, so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you and I did.