‘I…,’ Lana started, but the elderly woman interrupted her.
‘No, Lana! Don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining,’ she shook her head, while the tissue in her right hand had turned into a wrinkled, wet ball. ‘Whatever happened, I can only thank myself for that. I was a bad mother, that’s the truth, there’s no point in making it sound better. I have to face the consequences of my actions, sad as they may seem. I’ve lost my son, because I wanted to make him by force and at all costs something he was not, and didn’t want to be. He became something different, someone much better,’ she smiled weakly.
Lana smoothed her hair back and got up from the armchair. At this point, she already sounded much calmer.
‘In Hayden’s own interest, I honestly hope that he’ll be able to forgive you. Yet, I think
