(Despite the whirlwind of emotion she's feeling right now it's very hard not to automatically go to him as he collapses into a chair. Lucretia bites the inside of her cheek hard, folding her arms protectively across her chest.)
I... (She doesn't want to know. She wants to know. Lucretia has no idea what she wants any more.) When... when did she...?
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I... (She doesn't want to know. She wants to know. Lucretia has no idea what she wants any more.) When... when did she...?