When Rebecca returned home, the living room was dark and quiet save for the ticking of the clock on the wall.
She slumped into the sofa, kicking her heels as she curled into a fetal position.
Her eyes were red, and her lips were badly bitten.
Her entire body shook as the confrontation from just a few minutes ago replayed in her mind.
She had thought she wouldn't feel anything when she faced her father.
She was gravely mistaken.
All the emotions she never thought she'd feel since she had lost her memories came bursting through.
Anger. Frustration. And most importantly... hurt.
She was hurt. Her dad successfully moved on with his new family. He had a wife and a daughter who was the same age as hers.
As for her mother—Grace was stuck with the old version of her, the troublesome one.
She sniffed, tightening her hands around her body.
Could her parents' divorce be the reason why she had such an erratic change over the years?
