The next morning...
Petra shifts from side to side in bed; she didn't sleep at all the previous night. She spent the entire night thinking about everything that happened, she didn't want to face Bryan at that moment.
Amid her thoughts, Petra hears three knocks at the door.
— Come in. — she says softly.
— Good morning. — Rebekah says, appearing with a tray of food. — I know you’re feeling bad about what happened, and that you don’t want to face Bryan, so I brought you some coffee.
The woman sets a food tray at the foot of Petra's bed and sits beside her.
— Why are you being nice to me? — Petra asks.
— I know I treated you poorly, and I apologize for that. — she says. — I just am not used to anyone contradicting me. I may not show it, but I love my children very much; even though th
