CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Sarah regarded Natasha before speaking. "Laura was a spy, and now Lorenzo might lose his demons. For some time, this house has been peaceful. But, with the death of Laura, he might become cold."
'Tell me about it. He's a cold asshole with no remorse,' Natasha thought to say.
"Sarah," Natasha rubbed her on the back, "please, none of this is your fault. I know that you are here, beating yourself up. But, I promise you that Mr. Lizzo can and will take care of it. Laura's incident is solely on her."
"Thank you, Natasha, dear. Lorenzo gave an outlet for everyone in the house to fill. Yours is on top of the counter. Try to fill it after we get back from grocery shopping."
I drew out one of the stools that surrounded the Island. "We are going out today?"
"Yes. We go shopping once every month and since Laura is no longer here, you will have to assist me."
Sounding excited, "let's go then." She jumped off her stool and pulled on Sara's arm.