[A strange mixture of disgust and concern bubbles up in Emily's stomach as she eyes the photographs pinned to the walls, interspersed with letters adorned with calligraphic handwriting. Photographs of a woman, though some were not -- the unknown subject's face had been scrawled away, face censored with harsh lines of ink.
Encouraged by the uncomfortable sight, Emily takes a step into the hidden room, reaching out to one of the letters and removing it from the wall with a flick of a wrist. It creates a sharp tear in the paper where it had been pinned, but she doesn't care; her eyes scan over the words, and she frowns.]
What is this?
[She lowers the letter a few moments later, gaze flicking over to Alec.] She was sleeping with this doctor so that he would save her husband?
[Of course, that's only half of the story, isn't it? It still feels incomplete in her head.]
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Encouraged by the uncomfortable sight, Emily takes a step into the hidden room, reaching out to one of the letters and removing it from the wall with a flick of a wrist. It creates a sharp tear in the paper where it had been pinned, but she doesn't care; her eyes scan over the words, and she frowns.]
What is this?
[She lowers the letter a few moments later, gaze flicking over to Alec.] She was sleeping with this doctor so that he would save her husband?
[Of course, that's only half of the story, isn't it? It still feels incomplete in her head.]