Two days have passed since they moved to New York. Roxie has kept herself hidden in the apartment with her sons.
No one knew of her return except for Evans, whom she met at the airport.
She kept herself busy by scrolling through her designs. Soon she would be meeting the investors and starting her work.
A picture of her childhood fell from her design notebook—a photo that only exists as a memory of the past.
It depicted herself, her mother, and her father sharing a sweet moment together. In the quiet corners of her heart, she carried the weight of longing—for a father's love that never quite embraced her.
For as long as she could remember, after her mother left, she was left with hurtful memories, resurfacing like fragments of a shattered mirror, reflecting the fractured relationship
