Back in the McCain's family home, Luther had just learned from Lucy about the mystery behind the pictures.
“I can't believe it,” Kathrine moaned. “That poor woman must be questioning everything about her life.”
“It's sad indeed,” Luther agreed, taking his wife's hand and caressed it. “We treated her so badly without realizing she was a victim too.”
“I feel her pain, trust me.” Kathrine hesitated, pondering on her words. “But it doesn't make my baby's suffering any less traumatic. And if we are being honest, she has a share of the blame too. If she had told Lewis about the pregnancy…” Kathrine trailed, thinking how different it would all have been. Before Luther could respond, his phone pinged. He slid the glasses he had mounted on his head down, and retrieved his phone from the coffee
