The Broken Warrior’s Daughter by Cooper

"Mom... please, just tell me the truth about what happened back then. I know you've been hiding something from me."

"Harriet, you..." Miriam was taken aback.

She was about to offer some excuses but saw her daughter frowning with an urgent expression.

"Mom, please tell me. These are my memories after all. Losing them feels terrible. I have the right to know the truth, don't I?"

After hearing that, Miriam was somewhat hesitant.

She really didn't want Harriet to suffer another blow, but...

Harriet was right. She had the right to know the truth.

Miriam sighed, and the tight grip of her teeth eventually loosened.

"You should have the silver needles I gave you. Take them out."

Harriet breathed a sigh of relief and quickly pulled out a few short but delicate silver needles from her belt.

"One is enough. Extend your hand."

needle

the memories flooded back, it felt like a dam bursting open, crashing fiercely onto the

to

alleviate it by massaging her temples, but the

memories was overwhelming. She couldn't bear the sudden rush of restored

Her body trembled uncontrollably.

the scene

jumble of memories caused unbearable

"Harriet, are you alright?"

extremely anxious seeing her struggle to recover. She couldn't help but feel

this moment,

the past flashed through her mind like a

Her head throbbed unbearably.

knives piercing her heart

of recollection

couldn't accept that she had witnessed her father stabbing her mother in front

she couldn't come

happen before her eyes and feeling

I'm sorry. I

the ward without any obstruction,

still a hospital. Although she was