Mika Summers's lips curved into a bitter smile. "Not at all, it's just... so silly..." As she spoke, she tossed the photo back into the box.
'Back then, I was at that age, completely infatuated with Tristan Grayson...'
'Thinking back on it now, it was so, so foolish. For a love I could never have, I gave up almost everything...'
'My time, my youth, and my family...'
Mika Summers began looking through Kiki's photos. With every picture she turned to, Tristan Grayson told her the story behind it.
Her tears never stopped flowing.
'I can never forgive myself,' she thought. 'I'm such an unfit mother...'
After they finished looking at the photos, they went back to the bedroom. Mika Summers got into bed and held Kiki tightly.
Tristan Grayson lay down on Kiki's other side and wrapped his arms around the mother and son, pulling them into his embrace.
That night, Mika Summers slept soundly. She had no nightmares, and when she woke up, it was already the following afternoon.
