Six years later,
Eva was doing work in the kitchen when a little girl of five years ran to her.
"Mom, mom," she cried, pulling her mom's skirt.
Eva turned off the kitchen stove and bent over on her level.
"What happened to my princess Kiara?" Eva caressed her cheek.
"Zane, break my doll. He is not even giving me shredded pieces." She was crying hard.
"Shush, my princess is a brave girl. Right? so how can you cry over a small matter? "
"But that was my favourite doll." Kiara's eyes welled up. Eva pulled her into a warm hug.
"Shush, it's okay. I'll tell your dad to bring you a new doll."
"But I only want that one. That is my favorite. I can't lose her." Tears rolled down her cheeks and Eva's heart ached looking at her daughter's crying face.
"Alright, let's go and see how much it is broken." Eva held her hand and they moved towards the playroom of Wilson Mansion.
