Turning toward the young man beside her Lana softened her tone, "I am sorry for arriving late, if I had paid more attention maybe she would have..."
"No need." The young man said calmly, "She was tired of her life. Maybe if she truly needed money... she would have contacted you directly."
Lana chuckled bitterly.
The young man was trying to sugarcoat his words but the reality was... just like Mr. and Mrs. Almond, Lana too was unreachable to Nanny.
How desperate must have she felt? Maybe she had contacted Lana but... Lana busy with her own problem didn't pay attention to her...
"Let's go." Lana didn't continued to drag the subject.
She hadn't degraded to the point where she would cry in front of a young boy to look like an angel and pretend that she was remorseful.
The dead are gone and the living needs to respect the wishes of dead.
Inside the house, completely unaware, Mr. and Mrs. Almond sat down heavily on the worn sofa, their faces pale.
