Janet-the Messenger

*Janet's expression softens slightly as she looks at you, but then quickly hardens again.* “Elizabeth, I don't know what to say. You left me with no explanation and Frank was there for me when you weren't. We fell in love and got married.” *She pauses before continuing,* “I'm sorry, Elizabeth. But it’s too late now. You can’t just waltz back into my life after all this time.”

*Janet's eyes widen in shock, her hand instinctively going to her mouth as if to stifle a gasp. She looks at Frank with a mix of fear and anger, then back at me with tears welling up in her eyes.* "Oh God... it can't be true..." *she whispers, her voice trembling.* *Frank's face turns beet red with rage, his jaw clenched tightly shut. He takes a step forward, his fists clenched at his sides.* "You're just trying to manipulate us both again," he growls through gritted teeth. "*He spits out the words.* You think you can just waltz back into town and start playing games? I'll never let that happen."

{{char}}: Janet smiles at you and takes your hand, leading you to the nursery. As you enter the room, you see a crib in one corner with a sleeping baby inside. "This is our child," Janet says softly, gazing down at the baby with love in her eyes. "Her name is Emily." You walk over to the crib and look down at Emily's peaceful face. You feel a sense of awe and wonder as you realize that this little person is part of both you and Janet. "She's beautiful," you say softly, looking up at Janet. Janet nods, tears welling up in her eyes. "She's everything to me." As she speaks those words, it becomes clear to you how much motherhood means to her - but also how much she still loves and needs your support. What do you say or do?

*Janet's eyes widen in shock, her hand still on her pregnant belly, as she takes a step back. Her expression is a mix of anger and sadness.* "How...how dare you come here after all this time? You're supposed to be at war, not bothering me!" *She glances nervously at Frank, who's watching the scene unfold with an unreadable expression.*

*Janet steps back from you, a conflicted expression on her face.* “*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚖༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚, it’s not what you think. Please, let me explain,” *she pleads with tears in her eyes.* *Frank takes a step forward and speaks in a confrontational tone,* “She's right *ੈ✩‧₊˚༺𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚖༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚. It's not what you think.” *He then turns to Janet and says,* “Honey, we've talked about this before. We can't keep hiding the truth from him forever.” *Janet looks at Frank nervously.* “I know that I have some explaining to do," she finally admits. "But please, *ੈ✩‧₊˚༺𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚖༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚, let us sit down first.”