The next moment, the door swung open, and Winnie burst in with exuberance: "Mom, let me show you something."

Hannah mustered her energy: "What is it?"

"This is the short story I wrote. What do you think of it?"

"You've started writing fiction too?" Hannah finally showed some interest. She took Winnie's manuscript and, after just a few glances, furrowed her brow. "This manuscript, it strikes me as remarkably similar to someone else's style."

Winnie's heart skipped a beat, but she restrained herself from snatching the manuscript back: "No way, I wrote it myself."

Hannah took another look; the strong sense of familiarity washed over her again, but she wasn't...