"Reign, what happened to your shirt?" Ana stalked towards her youngest son from the kitchen.
She wipes her hand from the apron she wore earlier after she cook for their dinner. Reign seems dirty, mud clings onto the hen of his shirt. His hair in a mess that it made the worries grew more on her chest. The heaviness she felt doubled, but she suppress what she felt and hit it - to lay it doormat, although Ana would admit that things been going rough for her.
She's just discharge from the hospital due to stress. How could she not be? Her daughter is missing, and everything feels like getting destroyed.
"Mom? I didn't know you'll be home today." Reign seems surprised, which is unlikely of what she's expecting from him.
However, Ana just laugh it off.
"Silly." When she gets closer, she
