“I don’t think Lara wants to see you,” Greg managed to say once the shock had worn off. He didn’t think it, he knew it, but he chose more diplomatic words.
The woman grimaced and licked her lipstick-stained lips nervously. From everything that Lara had told him, he’d expected a slovenly drunk, but with her neat bun, made-up face, and conservative dress, she looked like a run-of-the-mill middle-aged woman.
“I understand,” she whispered after casting an uncomfortable look at the Medial who was unashamedly listening in on their conversation. “I promise I don’t want to cause any trouble. I just want to see my daughter and apologize to her for… everything.”
There was no slur in her words and she finished with a shrug that was so pitiful that Greg hesitated before telling her to take a hi
