In any case, the criminal investigators actually don't show up and she can't keep crying endlessly, on the grounds that Lucas needs her. James might be getting his supper, however, he needs his mom nonetheless, and she needs to get a hold of herself.
So she drives herself up and back into the yard, where the quiet gathering lounges around the table precisely giving out Chinese food the police permitted Leo to arrange for supper. She sits and gazes at the holders, which should be loaded up with sawdust.
"Camelia, you need to basically attempt to eat something," James says. "You didn't have any lunch, yet you said you'd attempt with Chinese food."
She squints at him. "No, I didn't."
He gazes back at her, temple wrinkled. "At the point when I came to beware of you. I disclosed to you we w
