Lana sat next to her, completely apathetic; Pam knew very well that it would be pointless to try to start a conversation with her. She silently stared out the window, the tears welling up from her eyes. Pamela wrapped an arm around her and stroked her hair sadly. They were quiet for the whole trip. Upstairs, Pamela pulled off Lana’s shoes and dress. She saw to Lana as if to a child. She let down Lana’s hair and walked her to her bed. She tucked her in and put a large glass of water on her bedside table. She even kissed her goodnight on the forehead and switched the light off in the bedroom. She was about to close the door behind her, when she heard Lana’s soft voice.
‘Pam.’
She turned back in the bedroom door.
‘Thank you, Pam.’
‘Sleep, honey. Tomorrow you might see everything in a diff
