But it had only been a few hours, and her mother had ended up like this.
Yana Larkin couldn't believe that the person before her—face twisted in agony, hair a tangled, blood-stained mess—could possibly be the same mother who was always so impeccably put-together.
'It's not real. None of this is real. It has to be a nightmare. Once I wake up, everything will be normal again—'
"You two, try not to be too heartbroken. Bury your mother, then go back and try to live on. The world's different now. The law can't protect us anymore. From now on, you have to be careful!"
Uncle Lawrence walked over to the two of them, patting Woody Larkin's back as he tried to comfort them.
Yana Larkin cradled Ms. Larkin's body, sobbing as she tried to wipe away the blood, completely unresponsive to Uncle Lawrence's words.
