AUDREY
As soon as I saw Anton in front of the manor house—the only thing my mother left me that was almost gone, I threw my arms around our old nanny Mila and cried on her shoulders endlessly. Not only did I miss the woman who actually raised me, but the death of Samuel also hit my guts the moment I stepped down the car.
She cupped my face. She was older than the last time. Time flew so fast.
“How are you, my child?”
I forced a smile. “I’m fine, Mila. I missed you.” I hugged her again.
“I’ve missed you too.”
Later on, Mila led us inside the house, and only a few people were present. Most of them were Samuel’s friends. Anton and his wife approached us and then ushered Chelsea and me to Sam’s cremated remains placed in a ceramic jar filled with white flowers around it. I cried even mo
