Like daughter, like mother

Completely devastated Mrs. Moore turned away from the see through mirror. Blinded by tears, she nevertheless saw a clear image still in front of her: a wretched human being, pressing itself against the wall in the far corner of the cell, her whole body shaking, and apparently shrieking with misery. She was glad that the cell was sound proof. Just the vision had been enough to make her entire world collapse. Her DAUGHTER! Her only daughter.

How could things have gone so incredibly wrong? Of course she had had her reservations when Jane pronounced to take a course in LA. "Modeling? But dear, you look nowhere near a model." That had been a mistake. Jane had bolted out of the room, and she stayed away for three nights. In the end, she had given in, and Jane had taken her leave for the big city.

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