It was the middle of the night.

Gwynn hadn’t slept a wink.

When she eventually dozed off, she dreamt about the moment when her mother jumped off the building.

The wind was howling, tousling the hem of her mother’s skirt. Her mother screamed at the top of her lungs, “I didn’t do anything wrong, Declan Worshem. You planned the whole thing and set me up.”

“Mommy…”

Gwynn, who was just a little girl back then, held her favorite doll tight as she called out to her mom softly.

She didn’t dare get any closer. She was afraid that her mom would really jump if she took one more step. If that happened, she’d be motherless.

In the end, Gwynn’s mother turned around. She looked at her little girl one last time and said softly, “Liam’s going to raise you! May the Heavens watch over you, Gwynn!”

The wind was very strong that day. Her mom’s hair ribbon was picked up by the wind and carried far away by the time her blood splattered on the ground.

“Mom!”

She jolted awake from the nightmare.