Chapter 145

  Aside from the streetlights, there is almost no passerby on the street already when she had finally reached her town. The road isn’t a rough one, but somehow, it feels like it is. The night is cold, and the rain is starting to pour again—so is her tears.

  No matter how much she told herself not to believe them, there is something inside her mind that keeps on saying that everything revealed that day is true.

  She carefully parked her car, took deep breaths and dried herself; and with heavy steps, she went to the front door—no one is waiting.

  “Mom?” she called, while peeking inside through the glass of the window.

  Not even a single light is on.

  Just when she stopped knocking, the door opened. Old Julia is standing just a foot away from the entrance, holding a towel. Under the shade of gloomy light, she saw how worry she was.

  “Good heavens! Where have you been to get home this late, Eunice?!” she asked, handing out the fabric and warm her cold hands.