“You kept hard drugs in a room where a child who can walk stays.” I yelled furiously.

“He was playing on the floor, I never knew he would walk to my table.” She begged with guilt.

Groaning angrily, I ran my fingers as I tried to control the anger in me. “I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.” she apologized sincerely.

I stared at her and could tell she was scared and also in deep pain.

With my heart clenching with pain, I moved my gaze away from her and stared at the grave.

I was about to say something to her, but then I noticed my phone ringing and went for...