“They’re probably all about how much he loved you,” Daphne murmured. Vera looked to her mother with weary suspicion, wary of a trap. “Why do you think that?” The air in the room grew heavy, and Daphne’s voice took on a slow, rhythmic timbre. “Because I watched it. I watched you eat up his love like a crab eating a seafloor corpse, one pinch at a time. You devoured the way your father would light up whenever you walked into a room.” “Now, Daphne,” Duvall interrupted. “You don’t need to—” Daphne didn’t seem to hear him, seemed to have forgotten that he was there. She stared at Vera with
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