The queen, who had been pacing around, finally stopped and hurried towards the entrance of her residence. She saw a masked woman sitting in a wheelchair, a man in a suit behind her, and a few security guards, as the cars had already driven away.
The queen froze in her place the moment her eyes laid on her daughter. So many emotions gripped her heart, and not one she could put a finger on. All she knew was that her daughter was alive — and finally back.
Caryn's wheelchair moved ahead as she pushed the button on it. Unlike the queen, Caryn was no longer emotional but was her usual self. When she looked around the place, she could remember those vague memories of this place, but she brushed them off.
"Carmen?" the queen called her softly as they finally faced each other.
"Mother," Caryn said as she removed her mask, her voice firm, no emotions in her eyes.
"How have you been?" the queen asked.
"Just as you can see," Caryn answered.
