She curled up on the ground for a while, breaking into a cold sweat.
About half an hour had passed before Maeve Lane struggled to get up from the floor.
She walked to the wardrobe, fiddled with it a couple of times, and found a black trench coat with a slightly bulging pocket as if there was something inside.
Maeve took out a pill from inside and tossed it into her mouth without even looking at it.
As she chewed, the bitterness spread from her taste buds.
Leaning against the wardrobe, she slowly slid down, and only then did her perpetually furrowed brows begin to relax slightly.
She didn't know how long she sat there until her legs felt numb before she stood up from the floor.
She sat back at the dining table, the breakfast was somewhat cold, but she seemed not to notice and ate it all bit by bit.
Suddenly, Maeve really missed her mother.
She looked up at the time; it was ten in the morning, and her mother should be awake by now.
