"l won't let you go— not until you apologize sincerely!" The woman, whose name was Cleora, stated matter-of-factly, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.
Coco's body tensed in Richard's grip, her breath catching in her throat as the woman's name echoed in her mind.
Cleora..? Coco wondered, her eyes widening.
A wave of confusion washed over her, horror dawning on her face.
This woman, the one holding Leo by the ear, demanding an apology from him, the one who had helped her, the one who made her feel relaxed despite being a stranger, bore the same name as her mother.
Confusion, hope, and a tangle of emotions swirled inside Coco, her heart quickening with curiosity and dread.
Just from hearing her mother's name made her remember a particular memory.
Cleora Coison..
