Astrid's POV.
"Come on, Mom… What is wrong? Why do you sound like you've been crying all night?" I asked, my heart racing with uncertainty and tension at this moment. I just wanted to know what the true issue was. I needed to know how I could comfort her.
All this while, she had been quiet and had refused to call me. She had acted like I didn't exist, and maybe it was because of my father, but seeing her acting this way right now made me so suspicious and, above all, uncomfortable.
"Astrid, I'm really sorry. I should have told you all this while! I should have!" She mumbled bitterly, the guilt and pain in her tone pretty evident at this moment.
"You keep speaking in parables, Mom. What is wrong? Can you just open up already?" I urged, anticipation overwhelming me at this moment.
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