*** Liz ***
Hearing all that from Henry was tough, especially knowing Patrick killed my parents purely out of envy. If it weren't for the lust for power, my parents would be here.
"Are you okay?" Henry asked.
"I think so." Hearing all that hurt me. The only thing that crossed my mind was my parents; that was all. "I just need to absorb it all."
"Come on, I'll make you some tea," Henry said and pulled me by the arm.
We went to the kitchen, where Sandra had already prepared our breakfast.
"What happened, my girl?" Sandra asked as soon as we entered the kitchen. "You're as pale as a ghost," she said and came towards me.
"I'll tell you what happened later," Henry commented to her.
Since Sandra practically raised him, she knew the whole story.
I drank my chamomile tea that she prepared
