*Third Person's POV*
A woman who was probably in her late fifties could be seen sitting alone in her sitting room while manipulating her phone when a knock resounded from the door.
"Who is that?" The woman asked as she stood up and started heading towards the door to check who was knocking.
"It's me," a familiar voice sounded from outside, and with that, the woman quickly opened the door, as she already knew who was knocking.
As she opened the door and saw the person, she quickly hugged her.
"Ooh my goodness dear, why on earth haven't you been picking up my calls?" The woman, who was no other person than Abby, Melissa's mother, asked Melissa while hugging her, but Melissa, on the other hand, said nothing; instead, she began shedding crocodile tears.
"Mum, how could he do such a thin
