the despair of tomorrow. XVII

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Hana tapped her mother's shoulder.

Somehow, she wanted to get answers.

"Mom, what... happened to the driver of the car?"

There was an ominous hint in her voice.

Her mother looked downwards,

not wanting to burden her daughter even more.

"He's safe."

Hana's fists slowly started to clench,

as though her body moved on its own.

She couldn't fight the negativity.

It's unfair.

Why am I the only one suffering like this?

She felt guilty for what she thought.

She didn't want to curse other people,

but she couldn't help it.

The pressure from the stress was rising.

Hana could feel tears welling up again―

but instead wiped it away with her arm and

proceeded to push the question.

"Then?"

Her mother sighed deeply.

"He surrendered himself to the police.

He even promised to pay your hospital bills."

Hana tried her utmost to remain calm.

She breathed in and out.

Nevertheless, she couldn't filter out the hate and

contempt that she felt.

There were shadows on her eyes.

"At least he's safe."

She tried not to think about it.

After all,

she wouldn't be able to do anything anyway.

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