It was something between a hope for a new sun and fear of losing again in the dark alleys . I could not control myself more and was hugging and crying her like my own child .
We could never mention you again and neither could we think about a second child. The fear of “what if the horror struck again” enveloping our every decision
After the back of the van was loaded with zen muffins, Lana would follow her route on the highway to deliver the muffins throughout the Los Angeles area.