"That's right," her aunt responded back, the lantern which was sitting next to her on the table, the flame moved gently for the shadow to tether on the wall along with the wind as the door was open, "The magistrate back then could only think about having his hands off the case so that he could have no work to do. If I had to find the truth on what happened and what I believed in then I had to show up proof. I tried speaking to Laure but she would fall into a fit of tears. My parents didn't like me bringing up the event as they were already shameful for what had happened. In months, I let it go because my opinion changed that I must have thought about the boy wrongly and he wasn't the person whom he showed around but the truth was far from it."
In the meantime, Penny continued to listen to the woman's story where her aunt's eyes looked distant as she recalled what had happened,
