When Eileen woke up the next day, the wounds from yesterday had faded considerably, though her scalp still throbbed faintly.

She got up, opened the door, and found Hannah watching TV outside. Upon hearing movement, Hannah turned her head. "Up already."

"Yeah, Mom. I really appreciate you coming to pick me up so late last night."

"It’s not a big deal," Hannah patted the spot next to her. "Come, sit down, let's have breakfast together."

"Okay," Eileen obediently took a seat.

Hannah looked at Eileen with a sense of nostalgia. "If only my daughter were more like you."

She hadn't slept all night, lost in thoughts about what kind of...