And now the witness is gone.
Then, for the first time in three weeks, Ichika cries. Not the wracking sobs of the funeral. Not the numb tears of the days after. But quiet tears—the kind that come when you finally admit that a door has closed, but you’ve just noticed another one, slightly ajar, on the other side of the room. Seta Ichika - I Don-t Have A Mother Anymore- So...
“I don’t have a mother anymore.”