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Her once soft gaze now held a hint of darkness as it settled upon her son. Nelly's long eyelashes fluttered, casting a haunting shadow over her face. With a chilling gentleness, she reached out to stroke Tony's head, as if trying to comfort not only him, but herself as well.
"I'm sorry, Tony," Nelly's voice whispered, barely audible. "I didn't do it on purpose. I'm sorry for making you worry