Charlotte realized that she was indeed useless; in such matters, she could do nothing except shed tears.
She couldn't turn back time; if she could, she wished she was the one who went out to pick up Mia yesterday.
"About six or seven, I can't quite remember..." Luna put on her clothes, her walking posture a bit odd as she slowly walked over to the sofa and sat down. She instinctively reached into her pocket and realized she'd quit smoking years ago.
"Luna, I don't know what to say." Charlotte was half-squatting in front of Luna, noticing Luna's furrowed brow, wondering what exactly she had gone through yesterday.
"Mia and I were locked up, and they wanted to put Mia in a room with a chained dog. Although the dog couldn't bite her, you know a big dog like that can scare Mia to the point where her heart might stop. I told them not to do it, I'd do anything." Her tone seemed numb, yet Charlotte knew that numbness was wrapped in profound pain and humiliation.
