Jennifer’s chest tightened as she stepped closer, kneeling in front of her mother. "Mom… what happened to you? How could this happen?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Susan’s hand slowly reached out until it brushed against her daughter’s arm softly.

"I went to confront Gloria," she explained softly. "After what she did to you… after everything. I thought I could make her pay, even if just a little."

Jennifer’s brows furrowed. "You… confronted her? Why, Mom? She's an ...