A sharp intake of breath as Katka glanced into the room to the body of Mr O'reilly. Slowly she walked up to the body, amd reaching under the sheet she found a hand, held it tight as she had done so many times when they walked up his gravel path so many summers ago. She huffed a sad laugh. Really it was many summers in the future now, if all of this was truly happening.
Silently Katka pulled the sheet back to cover the hand again, smoothing out the wrinkles. "You were always the father I never had, sir... I loved you for that..." She held back a choked sob and turned back to Nestor. Wiping away tears from her eyes she walked quickly past him, silent tears rolling down her cheeks.