When Summer Fairmont saw the words "your mom" in Hieronymus's letter, it was like handling a hot potato, and she tossed it far away.
What does "your mom" even mean? How could she, Summer Fairmont, have a mom?
In this world, who doesn't have a mom?
She, Summer Fairmont, simply doesn't.
She neither remembers nor is curious.
She isn't interested, nor does she want to remember.
What Hieronymus thought might be the most important thing to Summer does not exist in her current memory.
The beginning of this handwritten letter made Summer Fairmont realize that Hieronymus didn't see her as an unshakable responsibility and burden, nor did he harbor endless resentment towards her.
Hieronymus did not want to "infect" Summer Fairmont with his own curse.
But so what?
Hieronymus thought Summer Fairmont would know much about her childhood.
The fact and the assumption were divided by an insurmountable "taken for granted".
