A quiet night. An old face from the past.

A song that never found its ending.

Francesca’s heart couldn’t settle, but she still sat back down. No matter how hard it was to swallow, she forced the food down.

She wasn’t the old Francesca anymore.

She was Jaden’s mom.

But she was hurting too much. Tears fell one by one into the rice.

Madam Hale was miserable too. She comforted her softly, then lifted her eyes ...