[Joel looks suspicious of her and she wants to scream. He can't think this is her, she can't let him alone, she won't allow him to walk away with that thing in his arms when it could hurt him. He wants to believe this is his daughter so badly. Evelyn wants to believe it, too.
Gently, Evelyn cups one of his elbows in her hand, urging him to move closer. Privacy would be preferred but they haven't the luxury, and that "little girl" is glaring daggers into Evelyn's heart.]
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Gently, Evelyn cups one of his elbows in her hand, urging him to move closer. Privacy would be preferred but they haven't the luxury, and that "little girl" is glaring daggers into Evelyn's heart.]
I need you to look in the mirror.