[ She was never a child, but here she was, standing at attention in the middle of Renoir's room, hands folded politely behind her back as though Clea were a young girl owning up to fault. ]
I wanted to apologize for my behavior. [ To the world, she was perfectly still. Calm and controlled. To her father, Clea was a wreck, and she knew he would see that. ] It was appalling. I take full responsibility for what happened.
And while I hardly expect forgiveness, I'd hoped you might — [ A beat. A break in her facade. ] I'd hoped you might — [ She exhaled hard, frustrated with herself, clutching her hands more tightly and blinking through tears. ]
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I wanted to apologize for my behavior. [ To the world, she was perfectly still. Calm and controlled. To her father, Clea was a wreck, and she knew he would see that. ] It was appalling. I take full responsibility for what happened.
And while I hardly expect forgiveness, I'd hoped you might — [ A beat. A break in her facade. ] I'd hoped you might — [ She exhaled hard, frustrated with herself, clutching her hands more tightly and blinking through tears. ]