Chapter 87: A Healing Evening (3)
I remained in Lumia’s embrace for a long time.
Until her hand stopped patting my back.
It was as if her touch washed away all those chilling emotions.
In time, her trembling breath also calmed down.
Eventually, her arms holding me lost their strength.
How much must she have longed to hear an apology for those hellish days?
How long must she have awaited for an ointment to her festering wounds?
It was deplorable that I had to be the one delivering this on behalf of the main perpetrators of her abuse. Still, with Kyle’s uncertain fate, Blund’s spiral into insanity, and Deron’s villainy remaining unchecked, I was the only one left.
For those who squandered all changes of atonement, the only path left for them was...Punishment.
Those who lost their family’s backing after enjoying all the luxuries at their disposal...Perhaps most of them will find their punishment as an unidentified corpse left to rot somewhere.
But I find that conclusion unlikely to happen.