"Zia," Milan called out to her aunt in a breathy tone. Her aunt sat in the chair, looking haggard and completely broken, which only hurt Milan's own heart even more. She couldn't help but feel emotional upon seeing her aunt like that.
Angelica turned towards her niece and upon laying eyes on her, she broke down into loud sobs. Milan pulled her aunt into her embrace and let her cry her heart out into her shoulder.
She was not sure how long they lasted like that but Zia finally pulled away and placed her hands on her niece's cheeks, "I'm so sorry," she repeated over and over again as she caressed her face.
Milan wished she could tell her that it was alright, but it wasn't. Even if she had somehow managed to forgive her for having a hand in her father's murder, murder was still murder a
