''I'm sorry.'' Kara murmured.
It's been three days since Pablo's death and Lucas had been so down ever since. It was true what they said. No matter how much you hated a person's ways, as long as you shared a special connection with the person, you would always love that person. That was just how life was and it was really a pity Lucas had lost his because Kara could see how much he loved his father.
''There's nothing to be sorry for. He has lived his life and now, it's time to live mine.'' Lucas said.
Kara couldn't help but think that there was a finality in his words. It was odd to see him resign himself to faith which just told her that there was nothing anyone could say or do that could change the fact that his father had died.
''When would the burial be?'' Kara asked.
