C19 Regret to be born

Frances sat on the couch in her house, tears streaming down her face, while Anne, seated beside her, wore an expression of deep concern.

"I don't know what to do, Anne," Frances said, her voice trembling. "I can't call the police on my own daughter. But even if I do, we don't know where she's hiding."

"I understand, Aunt. It's a terrible situation," Anne replied