A few moments later, as their sobbing began to subside, Rita wiped the remaining tears from Safea's face.
"What do you want to eat, Fea? I will make something for you," Rita asked, her voice still hoarse from crying.
"I want the chicken soup you make, Mama," Safea answered, her tone returning to its usual spoiled cadence. "I am hungry."
Rita smiled softly and kissed her daughter's forehead. "I am going to the kitchen now."
Rita headed toward the kitchen, leaving Safea with mixed feelings. Safea then walked to her room and collapsed onto her bed. Although the relief of reconciling with her mother provided some comfort, a deep sense of regret over what happened last night continued to shroud her heart.
TING TING!
The sound of a notification from her phone broke the silence.
Safea reached for the small bag that was still lying beside her as she lay down. She took out her phone, and her heart began to race with curiosity.
The screen displayed a message from an unknown number.
