The Art of Revenge
Nola muttered with a mix of helplessness and affection, "You're already twenty-four years old, how can you still be so reckless?!"
Serena froze for a moment, suddenly looking up in shock at her mother. "Mom, what did you say?! I'm twenty-four?!"
When she died, she was only twenty-five, and both her parents had passed away in that tragic car accident when she was twenty-five.
"Yes!" Nola set the tray aside on the small table, reaching up to touch her daughter's forehead. "You're not running a fever! How could you be so confused that you've forgotten how old you are?!"