Diane sat in front of her laptop, trying to set up a video.
The room they were in had already been transformed into a hospital setting.
Emma was sleeping peacefully on a hospital bed, her body covered with a blanket. IV lines were attached to her arms. Her mother's chair was positioned beside her.
"The video is about to start, Emma." Diane said and tucked the blanket around her more securely.
"Do you think people believed us?" Emma asked, adjusting the IV lines.
"Last I checked, everyone pitied us. Isn't that what we wanted?" Diane stopped, adjusting the cameras. "Alex must pay, and he's already starting to. He can't just discard you after he's rich now. We made him, housed him, fed him." She paused. "He has a debt to pay. Especially to you."
Emma didn't respond to her mother. She tu
