The beautiful and gentle mother, hers was the warmest gaze she had ever seen in her life, yet that gaze never fell upon her.
They had to survive, the mother lived in the past, but she couldn't.
So she struggled to live, even if everywhere she went, she was targeted, beaten until her head bled, yet still, she had to keep living and not just wait for that faithless man to have a change of heart.
In dreams, the mother's eyes were full of disappointment, "Hannah, no matter what, he is your father. What can't you forgive him for?"
That was the shackle upon her. She stood against a cliff face, striving to climb out from the abyss, but these shackles kept pulling her back into the endless darkness time and again.
Later, they also said,
— because he is your father.
The one who gave you life.
She didn't refute, just silently looked down at her wounds, almost deep enough to see bone.
Yes, Father.
Waking from the dream, Hannah simply watched the pristine white ceiling quietly.
