It was indeed strange to tip someone on a visit to see the deceased when she wasn't there to make any purchases—it felt somewhat out of place.
"Thank you," Charlotte Green expressed her thanks to the uncle, leaving full of confusion.
A foreigner?
Had her mother ever known any foreigners?
But she had never heard that her mother had traveled abroad.
On her way back, Charlotte received a phone call from the Detention Center. Jay Green was requesting to see her. She thought it might be good to see him one last time, so she agreed to go.
However, deep down, she was completely numbed to this father of hers, devoid of any feeling.
In the presence of the lawyer, Charlotte met Jay Green in the visitation room. His hands were cuffed, his head shaved. He looked listless when brought in, but his eyes lit up at the sight of her.
They sat opposite each other, separated by an iron barrier.
