Having witnessed numerous tumults and changes, Old Lady Hugh sensed something when she realized the carriage was heading to the Old Hale Family House.
She grasped her walking stick with fingers as thin and dry as branches, bloodless from the excessive force.
Upon arrival, Brock Hale was already at the door to greet them.
Since her daughter's death, she had not been back to this place, and while the Old House of Hale Family had changed significantly, she could still faintly discern its former state. Her body trembling slightly, she watched Brock Hale stride toward her...
In a daze, she remembered that day more than twenty years ago,
the day her daughter died,
Brock too had a gravely serious expression, kneeling at the doorway waiting for her.
"Mom," Yumi Johnson said, somewhat worried.
"I'm alright."
Old Lady Hugh took a deep breath and followed Brock Hale into the main hall.
