Moana smiled mysteriously.
"If Sean wants to see me grovel," she said softly, "then I'll give him a show. A perfect show!"
Moana's mother frowned in confusion. "What do you mean, Mo?"
Moana walked slowly toward the window. Her gaze was fixed outside the house, but her mind was racing faster than ever.
"Sean is enjoying his power right now," she continued calmly. "He feels like he's won. He thinks... I'm completely broken and have no direction."
"Isn't that the case? You are already broken, Girl!" Mr. Freddy asked sarcastically.
Moana chuckled softly. "Dad ...! If I were truly broken, Sean wouldn't have called me earlier."
The room fell silent.
Moana turned slowly. "A man like Sean wouldn't waste his time on a woman who's truly broken."
Mrs. Freddy began to listen intently.
"He wants to see my reaction," Moana continued. "He wants to know if I'll end up as a bum on the streets, if I'll beg, or go crazy. Sean is watching. He is an audience."
