In Lola's first life, she didn't live to see the day the Young family fell apart. Deep in her heart, she knew karma came around and that Lawrence, Jasmine, and Melissa's success was temporary. It wasn't hope — she just knew that all that success would be taken from them.
In this life, she wouldn't wait for karma to come. She might as well do the job and help karma along.
Standing before Loren's grave, a soft wind blew past Lola. Her hair floated back; her eyes were fixed on the name Loren Albert etched in cursive on the stone. Slowly, she bent and placed a bouquet — something Lola had arranged herself from the newly renovated garden she and everyone else had worked so hard to finish.
When she straightened, she remained quiet.
"Mom," she whispered after a long moment of silence. "I told you last time I came that I'd return once everything was done."
She swallowed, but her heart stayed still.
"It's strange," she added under her breath. "I feel… nothing."
