At 5:30 p.m., Fiona Marshall carried a bag of packed dinner, cautiously making sure that no one was following her before she hurried into an apartment building.
On the living room sofa, Lily Garcia was immobilized by a plastered leg, naturally in a foul mood.
Seeing her mother enter, she scowled and began with a complaint, "Mom... when can I finally go out? I'm going crazy being cooped up here all day!"
Fiona Marshall entered with the dinner, placing it on the dining table. Hearing her daughter's words, she responded irritably, "What can you do if you go out? It takes a hundred days to recover from injuries to the sinews and bones, not to mention you have a comminuted fracture in your lower leg! If you don't want to end up crippled for life, you better heal properly!"
Before her daughter could respond, her own temper flared, and her tone grew even more bitter, "You're going crazy? I'm the one who's going crazy, okay?"