Chloe watches, listens carefully. Something happens, for sure, but the glass doesn’t budge.
Obviously, it’s her turn.
“I’m Chloe Decker,” she repeats, but this time continues. “Daughter of John and Penelope. Mother of Trixie. A cop. Lucifer’s girlfriend, and - and a gift from God. And I try really hard to be good at all of those things but sometimes it’s just not good enough and people get hurt.”
no subject
Obviously, it’s her turn.
“I’m Chloe Decker,” she repeats, but this time continues. “Daughter of John and Penelope. Mother of Trixie. A cop. Lucifer’s girlfriend, and - and a gift from God. And I try really hard to be good at all of those things but sometimes it’s just not good enough and people get hurt.”
Or worse.
The glass swings open.