Daniel's voice, when it finally came, carried a flat, emotionless quality that seemed to suck all the warmth out of the afternoon air surrounding them. "I never wanted this baby," he said, staring directly at Grace with an expression utterly devoid of the concern or love she'd spent years believing he felt for her. The words landed like a physical blow, Grace's entire body going rigid with shock despite the exhausting strain still burning through her arms. "Daniel, what are you saying?" she managed through gritted teeth, disbelief and terror tangling together as she struggled to maintain her grip on the cable. Rosa, still holding firm beside her, felt her own horror deepening with each passing second, the pieces of this entire nightmarish situation beginning to assemble themselves into something far more sinister than a simple accident. Eleanor stood nearby, her earlier aggression settling into something closer to satisfaction as she watched her son's true feelings finally surface in front of everyone. "You were never supposed to have this many," Daniel continued, his voice remaining eerily calm despite the horror of what he was describing. "Five children. My whole life, planned around five children I never asked for." Grace's arms trembled violently, exhaustion and heartbreak compounding into something almost unbearable as she stared up at the man she'd married, searching desperately for any trace of the love she'd once believed was real. Rosa's grip on the cable tightened instinctively, her own arms screaming with fatigue, but her resolve hardening further with every cold, calculated word leaving Daniel's mouth.