In that moment, the barriers Dolores had constructed around herself seemed to crumble, at least a little. The room was silent, save for the occasional sniffle. Dolores approached Rosalie, and for what felt like an eternity, the two stared at each other—a silent communication that needed no words.

Finally, Dolores knelt down, enveloping Rosalie in an awkward but sincere hug. “I’m sorry,” Dolores whispered, her voice barely audible. “Thank you for the video.”