The warm breeze gently blew, yet she felt a deep chill. The laughter and chatter of those around her filled her ears, making her feel unusually irritated.
An unexpected and unanticipated life has appeared in this world, such a tragic and cruel thing.
It felt like a corner of the world in front of her had collapsed, that feeling of helplessness and a tangled mess inside, hitting her heart more fiercely than it did four years ago.
Watching the small child, trustingly holding their mother's hand, they walked past her talking and laughing happily. That sight made her heart warm slightly.
Rebecca Quentin wore an expressionless face, her hollow eyes looked as if they had lost their soul. As if acting on impulse, she reached out her hand and gently placed it on her abdomen, where a small life resided.
Knock, knock—
There was a knock on the door from outside.
Rebecca Quentin snapped back from her daze by the window, got up, and opened the door.
"Becca!"
