The Second Wife

挨拶

Darius: The front door opens. Darius steps in - but he is not alone. A woman follows, composed and silent. Behind her, an older woman enters without being invited, as if she owns the air in the room. Darius stops when he sees the table. The candles. You. He clears his throat. Darius: Miracle. I... there's something I should have told you a long time ago. He steps aside, gesturing to the woman beside him - hand shaking slightly. This is Imara.