"She's a naive child... She's too slow to grasp the changes in people's hearts, and she underestimates the malice of this world. But she's lucky because I still exist."
The cold wind on the street.
Her arms wrapped around his waist.
She pressed against him and said those words.
With just a simple sentence, Sam could picture it clearly.
He hadn't experienced it firsthand, and many things he couldn't fully empathize with, but he roughly understood what had happened.
Sophie, driven to a dead end with a strong will to survive, chose to escape by handing over control to Sophia.
Sophia told her she would protect her.
And she did protect her, but she never told Sophie how. It wasn't by persuading their mother to give up on taking her life.
Instead, she used a simpler, more effective, but also more shocking method.
She pushed their mother off the building.
