Her home was a tidal wave of people's scents that assaulted Alisson's nose, people must have come to grieve with her. The place was quiet and she could sense only Penelope's presence inside so she made her way into the house.
Penelope was seated on an armchair facing the entrance so she was easily spotted. She was decked in all black with a tulle veil perched delicately on her head. Her eyes were rimmed with tears and she was sniffling delicately while dabbing her tears with a handkerchief.
Alisson felt guilty for interrupting the woman's grieving but couldn't leave because the woman had already sighted her.
"Alisson dear, what are you doing here?" She asked with sorrow lacing her voice.
"Hello mother, how are you?" Alisson greeted softly and walked over to the armchair, she stood besi
