[ Henry's face darkens and he steps forward, keeping her between him and the wall, jammed into a corner. And when he speaks, his voice is lower than it ever has been before, the most serious, the most 'I'm definitely going to let my wife kill you' it ever has been. ]
What. Did you do. To my daughter?
[ He's terrified, honestly. He can't lose Lucy, and he reaches blindly for Ella's hand but somehow manages to grab onto her. ]
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What. Did you do. To my daughter?
[ He's terrified, honestly. He can't lose Lucy, and he reaches blindly for Ella's hand but somehow manages to grab onto her. ]