"You have to stop beating yourself up, mom."
Sebastian walked out into the pool with two cups of coffee. He handed one cup to Henifer and gracefully plopped down opposite the table.
Henifer ran her fingers over the warm cup of coffee. Her shoulders slumped down in guilt.
"I missed Jasmine's funeral. There's no way I'll ever be able to forgive myself," Henifer cried.
"Look, you didn't mean to. You have to stop feeling guilty," Sebastian let out, "You thought Jasmine was still alive and clung to that hope. No one blames you for that. "
"But they should. "
"No, mom. "
"I promised her that I'd make everything better and instead I couldn't hold myself down for one day to say goodbye to her. I'm worse than an evil stepmother, " Henifer said, her eyes welling up.
