Emma's funeral was over, Quinn, her grandmother, and Sean had returned home. The funeral went smoothly, only to be accompanied by a small drizzle of rain that fell just moments after Emma's coffin touched the ground.
"Mr. Osbert, I can't go to your home now. Give me three days-"
"When did I ask you to go home, Quinn?" Sean interrupted quickly.
"Then why are you still here? Don't you have to work?" asked Quinn frowning.
Sean turned around and looked at the girl deeply, "I..."
Quinn averted her gaze as she did not want to be drowned at Sean's deep hypnothizing eyes.
"Please allow me to stay with you here, just for a few days." Sean continued.
"Stay here? You mean in my slum?" Quinn gasped.
"This house is livable, don't call it a slum."
"My house is not even better than your dog kenn
