After showering, Memoria Campbell noticed the suit she had casually tossed on the sofa earlier, and her mind flashed to Little Evie Cold's face, a hint of envy appearing in her eyes.
That guy, she didn't know how they trained to be so skilled...
If only she had such skills, she could surely become a mainstay in the Force.
While pondering, someone was already knocking at the door.
"Memoria?"
"Coming!"
Recognizing it as her mother's voice, Memoria quickly responded.
She tidied up the suit, pulled down the sleeves of her pajamas slightly to cover a wound, and then walked over to open the door.
Sure enough, Rebecca Dean stood outside.
"Mom." Memoria hurriedly stepped aside from the doorway, "Please come in!"
Memoria called her mom, but Rebecca Dean wasn't her biological mother; her real mother had passed away, ten years ago.
