"Hello," she greeted me. In her face, it seems that she does not bother in my presence.

"Do you know me?" she nodded in response.

"The one that looks like my husband with the same name." I smiled at what she said.

"Can I seat?" I pointed next to her. She nods as an answer.

"Why are you crying? I won't say 'no', go ahead, sit down,” she said and I sat beside her.

"Why did you leave?" I asked and held her hands.

"I was sad and I thought of Charles."

"You should be told me so I can bring you here."

“I am afraid you will tell Asher...