Alicia was a brave, single, beautiful mother. Only one thing could scare her. But that thing wasn’t an ordinary fear of spiders. It was worse than feeling a cold gun on her temple, worse than being buried alive. It was the fear of hearing that something bad happens to her daughter. She couldn’t handle it. The fear was made out of solid cement. It didn’t let her think or sleep or enjoy a simple cup of coffee. It was kind of a primitive animal feeling. “Keep your descendants alive” But she didn’t have one of those. She had something colossal. A daughter. Her daughter. Her only reason to live and her only reason to kill.