THE WARMTH of a little hand touched Lena’s cheeks. She slowly opened her eyes and was greeted by the familiar white ceiling. Angel’s face appeared, smiling at her sweetly.
She’s in her bedroom. She remembered Lucian carrying her back to her bedroom in the middle of the night, laying her gently beside her sleeping daughter. She remembered him pulling the blanket to cover her body. He kissed her lips and Angel’s forehead before he left, thinking she’s asleep.
Her eyes automatically fled to the balcony, and just as expected, she saw a piece of flower.
Lena tried to search for something like guilt, but there was none.
This was the third time she gave herself to Lucian. The first time was to earn money to feed her daughter. It was suffocating because even if she wanted what happened, she di
