Brenda stiffened and looked at Lana, her jaw tightening as her fists clenched at her sides.
She remembered the instructions the Almond family had given her.
Closing her eyes, she forced the words out. "If you don't come back… the old lady won't survive."
The moment those words left Brenda's mouth, Lana's gaze turned icy.
The old lady.
They weren't talking about some blood-related grandmother, as those clichéd stories often did.
It was the Almond family's old housekeeper... the woman who had practically raised Lana with her own hands.
Among that entire household, she had been the only one who had ever shown Lana genuine kindness.
In her previous life, that old lady had disappeared.
Back then, Lana had been too busy struggling to survive to pay much attention.
She had hired someone to investigate and was told that the old lady had been sent far away to live peacefully, that she was safe, and that she was even living with her children.
