Hours had already passed, since Lily had shed the shrouded mystery of her past to her grandmother, and the atmosphere couldn't be more tense.
Grandmother and granddaughter's gazes were locked on one another. The granddaughter's expression was blank as always, but her grandmother's was racing with varying emotions each related to the interaction she just had with her granddaughter.
Her expression, went from hate, disgust, deprecation, and humiliation, all directed at herself. It was because of how Lily had caught on her unhealthy drinking habit, and most likely linked it to that of her father.
Her gaze glanced at the three wine bottles, and she wondered why Lorraine hadn't gotten rid of them already, and she quickly came to the conclusion, she must have started with those at the kitchen counter first.
She was about to say something to Lily, when she saw the fog cloud starting to float away. "Where are you going?"
