S3| 144. Difficult Position

Eva sat listlessly on the floor of her living room. Her swollen eyes no longer contained sadness. However, her nose still flared. The roar of her breath was too difficult to quench.

"My boutique .... My hope .... My dream ...."

She stroked the only frame that was still intact. There was a photo of her cutting the ribbon there—the moment at the inauguration of her new boutique.

The curve of her lips was so wide in that picture. Meanwhile, her current face was dim. There was not the slightest light in her eyes.

"Why could this happen to me?" she wailed, biting her lip. If her tears hadn't run out, her face would have been wet again.

"What should I do now? Everything is gone. My boutique is gone."

No matter how many times Eva repeated those words, her mind was not yet satisfied. She seemed to hope that a miracle would come to give her an answer.

In silence, Eva shifted her sad gaze. Other pictures were scattered around her. One of them contained Ava's face.

Under the cracked glas