Too tired to the point that the memories that resurfaced during her battle, turned up once again in her dream.
A continuation of how wretched she was back then.
It was a night when the sky was dark and the clouds hovered the sky. Only a glimpse of the moon could be seen while thunders roared.
Vivian was waiting for her husband and daughter to come home in the living room.
Lance, her oldest son, entered the room together with Benedict, the youngest one. Luna was the middle child and the age of the three of them were 21, 12, and 10 respectively.
It took a long time for the two of them to have another child after Lance.
"Still not back yet?" Lance asked her.
Vivian worriedly shook her head, "No news yet."
