Some things are never forgotten

I returned home with Robin late at night and he went into his room walking past Mr Jane who was standing by the door waiting for us.

I could see the pained look in Mrs Jane's eyes, I could see her heart also breaking piece by piece, I felt so sad for both of them.

With what I have earlier heard, it also wasn't easy for Mrs Jane, she was seeking almost the same thing as Robin, they were both longing for love.

Robin shut the door and I turned to see Mrs Jane standing by the stairs, staring at Robin’s shut door, she sniffled a cry and I went over to her side.

She closed her eyes slowly like she was suppressing the tears in her eyes, she looked so thin in just what had happened today.

She looked fragile and I can’t imagine the pain she had also gone through in the past, if what Robin had told me was true, if she has become an addict to alcohol then she has also felt so much pain to let that consume her then.

"I am not a good mother Ivana," Mrs Jane said immediately she opened her eyes and