“Tu as deux choix, mon cœur,” Connor tells his daughter. You have two choices, my heart. He squats down so he’s the same height as her. I’m not sure if she can fucking understand him, but she rubs her eyes with her fist, her hiccups lessening. “We can either send Sadie to live with Frederick and she’ll return to us in a year or we can send you away and you’ll never see us again.” Her lips part in horror.
