บท 409: Four seconds word

Fifteen minutes before, Heather was tamping down in frenzied rage at Catalina's self provocations. But Leena tightly held her arm, not letting her leave. Gradually Heather's heart cooled down a little, yet in a matter of seconds, it beat out her chest at the allusion of a childhood friend. Surely, but certainly, it was starting to dawn. It's all her daughter's plan. Heather stared at Leena, silently begging to confirm her suspicion. In contrast, Leena let her arms loose around her mother's hand and whispered. ''I don't need to tell you the name of the only childhood friend Francy has.''

Hell broke loose, hearing Leena's thoughts. Heather embraced her arms around his frame firmly, afraid, afraid that it's happening in her dream, and the moment she wakes up, she has to espouse reality. ''Tell me..tell me..is the childhood friend you are referring to is Heather?'' Her tears coursed through her cheeks, dampening his shirt.