Both Hendrik and Livia were staring at her with wide eyes. Livia’s hands were on her mouth. She couldn’t believe what she saw. Her daughter, whom she raised for years, turned into a fairy before her own eyes. She was struggling to breathe. It was hard—so hard for her to process. Hendrik, who was shocked to see his daughter, felt his wife’s condition. He wrapped his arms around her and tried to calm her down.
“Livi, come down. Livi. Livi, breathe,” Hendrik said, patting his wife’s cheek. And she finally remembered to breathe. Veronica had thought it would be hard, but she didn’t think her mother would nearly faint.
“Do you hate me now, Mom? Are you scared of me?” Veronica’s voice came out in a whimper. Her eyes were clouded with tears. Livia stood up from her seat and approached Veronica,
