When Silence Speaks of Regret
You mustn't shield her, or else she'll be taken away by the Silverlune Guards.
I tried to punch Dad angrily, but my fists passed through the air uselessly.
"Bad Dad! That's not me at all! Have you forgotten? You tore the pocket in that shirt, and Mom stitched a little rabbit in that spot. The shirt in the video doesn't have a rabbit!"
Mom, who had been laughing just a moment ago, suddenly fell silent. She stared at Dad, her eyes filled with contempt.
"Call the Silverlune Guards here, then," she said. "I'll wait here for them."