Wait! If I go to the bedroom, there's nothing I would do than to imagine how that needle that Sam is holding pricks my son's fragile skin and cry my eyes out. I should go to the veranda. At least the sea can keep me company. The breeze will wash my sorrows away. With this in mind, Eleanor headed towards the veranda.
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
She stood on the edge and took a deep breath. For the past few days, her memories are slowly coming back to her. She has been recalling each scene of her life one after another. And yes, contrary to what Charles told her, she has a mother who loves her so much. How have you been, mom? She has been imagining her mother's face over and over again. Oh, she has not forgotten Minda, too. She has considered her a second mother since both she and her mom took Mi
