Old Mrs. Hunt was well-known in town for her temper. She was assertive and never yielded to anyone.

She insisted that her sons and grandsons were not in the wrong.

God knew how long the old lady could keep up with that pride.

Without any idea how her relatives spent the night, Serenity had a good night’s sleep. As morning light rolled around, she dreamed about her parents. She cried out to her mom and dad while trying to reach them but only caught air.

By the time she woke up, tears had drenched her pillow.

Serenity stared blankly at the ceiling for a long time before sitting up. She pulled out tissues to wipe away traces of tears on her cheeks as she mumbled under her breath, “Mom, Dad, did you know that your daughters were bullied? Don’t worry. Liberty and I aren’t the same kids from fifteen years ago. They can’t push us around anymore.”

She picked up her phone for a look. Serenity muted her phone before she went to bed last night.

There were multiple missed calls and u