Susan smiled, a genuine, radiant smile that never touched her lips in the real world. She took his hand. "They think we are monsters, Chris."
The interrogation room was painted a color that could only be described as municipal despair. A flickering fluorescent light hummed at a frequency that vibrated right at the base of Susan’s skull. Across the metal table sat Detective Lancing, tapping a plastic ballpoint pen against her notepad. "Landscapers" Episode #1.2(2021)
"It was a very beautiful story," Susan said softly, smiling a small, tragic smile. "And you are trying to ruin it." If you'd like to explore this further, let me know: Susan smiled, a genuine, radiant smile that never