I was watching a hostage video recently. My heart bled for the captives forced to speak to a camera with words that clearly were not their own.
Their eyes darting from videographer to camera. You could even hear a voice behind the camera giving them the words to be recorded.
Their facial expressions said it all. Their lack of real emotion was telltale.
"We love you, Mare." Their tiny monotone voices declared in unison. They looked to their captor (my daughter and their mother), hoping for freedom. After all they had done as asked. Nope. A muffled command could be heard and the girls look back at the camera. "We miss you."
After that, the screen goes to black. My darling granddaughters set free! For now.
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