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She’d always apologize and beg for her daughter to give her a chance to make things right, for them to “start fresh.” And while Sylvie had a bad habit of extending poison ivy disguised as olive branches, Miller had a worse habit of accepting them.
“Not all of us could afford a university education, Miller. We didn’t all have parents that paid our way through school. Some of us had to actually work for what we have,”
What a bitch
I wish it had been—
I wish it had been [you who died]
every event, every memory, rewritten and retold to you enough times that you couldn’t help but wonder if the version you remembered was wrong. It always started with the tears she could summon on command, and ended with Miller apologising for something she never did and agreeing that Sylvie was right.
Her mom gaslights her
quite honestly, I think it says a lot about someone if they can’t love another person unconditionally unless that person’s their offspring. It’s narcissistic.”
Yes exactly this!!
Sylvie never apologizes; she’s the perpetual victim
the sour smell still lingering by the door.
🤨
“It’s disgusting. It smells like death.”
Did Sylvie kill somebody omg 😳
It’s the same clothing she wore when she was just a kid, only bigger.
Her mom it’s weird as hell.
She’s trying to make Miller into the kid version of herself again
her mind once again returns to the image of herself as a doll trapped in a dollhouse.
“You’re just being a baby,”
I really wanna slap the hell out of her. She’s infuriating
We’re going to be a family again! Okay? The three of us are going to be a family and it’s going to be good and you’re okay! OKAY?”
Omg! Did she kill the dad and he’s in the cabin? & that’s the weird smell? 😳
Her father’s body lies in the bed.
Omg I fucking knew it
“It should have been you,” she finally says, voice cracking. “I wish it had been you.”
