{Dark mode}

Street lamps glow along the paths in the cold night.
Bright headlights approach and stop in front of the house. The engine dies and a door opens.
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Later.
Mr Amber leans against the doorpost looking at his wife on the chair. She takes out her cigarettes and lights one. Her legs are crossed on the table.
She's a fine woman, she has brown hair and a long white gown.

AMBER
Long trip I see. How is Ava?

JANE
Go ask her yourself. (Indifferent) Oh...she's your daughter, not mine. It's not my problem if you can't talk with your own daughter is it?

(Jane spots a few papers by the glasses of beer crowded on the table and reaches for them)
Wait...wait right there what's all this?
(reads paper) Adoption?...Acts...
(the paper has signatures on them)

AMBER
They're for...Cadoc.
(He walks over and takes the sheets from her)

JANE
That rat? You know I don't like them. You know I hate...children! (Stands)

AMBER
You'll have to live with him now. Whether you like it or not. You'll do nothing to him. He'll stay here.
Won't you allow this one thing I want to have!? You know how he ended up here.

JANE
I DON'T CARE! I don't care about where he's from or...