"I am so sorry Sir, ma'am." Maria said with remorse.
The lanky woman stared at them as her body became to shake slowly.
"Y-Youre, you're joking. Please tell me that this is a joke and my son is still alive."
"We identified the body, it was indeed your son." Oliver said slowly and with a soft tone.
"Lana, please don't do this."
"My son can't die! There's no way he's dead. It's a big lie!" Mrs Clarke yelled as tears dripped down from her eyes.
She raised her shaky hands to her face and wept. Mr Clarke sighed. His face was grim and slightly unreadable. He had just heard that his son was dead, but he didn't react. The large man Held his wife as she wailed.
