Klara hadn't believed Roshan when he'd told her that Lucian was alive but then she saw Irene crying with happiness and sadness at the same time after meeting her son she was assured that Lucian was indeed alive. She had cried as well, in relief, together with Irene. That day had felt like forever.
Now she was sitting in the garden, alone, thinking of what to do next. She could not stay here forever, she didn't want to feel like a burden.
"You are not a burden and you can stay here as long as you want." Suddenly Irene spoke from nearby as though she had been there the whole time.
Klara turned her head slightly and found Irene strolling toward her looking as her usual self, beautiful and elegant at the same time.
"You can hear my thoughts." Klara asked surprised.
"Don't be so surprised. I told you I was a witch." Irene smiled and came to sit next to her on the bench.
"Why are you so nice to me?" Klara asked. "I was not very nice to your son and his wife."