Beyond Remorse

The television was still on when Sylvie came into the living room, the volume turned low, Vivian's face frozen on the screen where Jonah had paused it mid-sentence. Her daughter's eyes were wet, her hands trembling, her mouth open as if she were about to say something else. Sylvie had already seen the interview once, alone in her study with her hand pressed over her mouth through most of it. Watch