Klara was surprised to find Irene like this. She barely recognized her. Irene looked frightening. She was pale, her hair was ragged and her face was covered in tears, but that's not what frightened Klara. It was her eyes. Irene's eyes looked dead, as if her soul had left her body. She stared at Klara yet it seemed she wasn't looking at her, but right through her.
Klara wondered what happened so she slowly walked inside. "Irene?" she called hesitantly.
When she got no reply she approached Irene slowly. "Is something wrong?"
A single tear ran down her cheek. "He is dead!" She said her voice void of any emotion.
"Who is dead?" Klara asked confused.
"My son." It was almost a whisper.
Irene had a son? Klara didn't know and she didn't know how to console Irene either.
Suddenly Irene shifted her gaze and looked right at Klara. The looked in her eyes sent a shiver down Klara's spine.
