"Hilary, no. Hilary is mine! You can't take her from me!"
Perhaps from sheer exhaustion, Claire fell into another nightmare. This time, she dreamt that Gilbert had snatched Hilary from her arms.
He tore the child away like a ruthless scoundrel, not even sparing her a single glance.
She cried, heartbroken, desperate, her sobs tearing through the air.
But Gilbert, cold and unfeeling like a demon, carried the wailing Hilary away without a word, leaving Claire in despair.
In her dream, she ran endlessly, searching for her daughter, her cries echoing in agony.
Then the dream shifted, she saw Gilbert marrying Emma, whose arrogance and cruelty knew no bounds. Emma tormented Claire's children, even breaking their legs.
The pain was unbearable. Claire screamed and wept, her heart splitting apart, but no one came to her aid.
In this vast, merciless world, she was utterly alone. The children were all she had left.
