Afterward, Claire Sullivan couldn't remember what she had said.
She just sat there, crying over and over, begging everyone to help her find her daughter.
Waves of pain radiated from the wound on her back, traveled through her fingers, entered her body, and stopped at her heart, spreading fiercely. It made her cry so cold all over, with nothing but the thought of wishing she were dead left in her mind.
Felix Lockwood, who came to see her, stepped out of the elevator, heard her cries, and saw Claire Sullivan sitting on the ground. He immediately took her to the hospital room.
In her distress, the wound on her back split open, and the doctor came over to stitch her up again.
Not long after the wound was stitched, Claire Sullivan, who fell into a daze, dreamed of events from twenty years ago.
The events of twenty years ago were too painful, so painful that she always deceived herself by saying it was just a dream and not to recall it.
