As Olivia stood in her own puddle, her mind churned with questions, a torrent of confusion, shame, and curiosity threatening to overwhelm her.
Abigaille's promise to discuss their family dynamic later offered a lifeline, a chance to unravel the complexities of their bond, but one question burned brighter than the rest, demanding an answer now.
What did Kafka feel about this?
Was he as innocent as he seemed, or did he harbor the same forbidden desires that tormented her and Abigaille?
The thought of her son reciprocating her feelings was a double-edged sword—thrilling in its intensity, but terrifying in its implications, as she could bear the burden of her own taboo desires, hide them behind the facade of maternal love.
But if Kafka felt the same, it could ruin him, taint his view of women, trap him in a cycle of unnatural longing and as his mother, she couldn't allow that, no matter the cost to her own heart.
