"Uncle," Layla called out.

Mr. Santos hummed, and when he saw that she was alone, he asked, "You drove here?"

"Yeah."

He took the gifts from her and said, "My wife is preparing food in the kitchen. You love her cooking, so she is cooking for you."

"She didn't have to. We can just go out and eat." Layla did not want them to exhaust themselves.

"We bought a lot of groceries, so let's eat at home!" Mr. Santos said before handing Layla a pair of clean slippers. "It's the same pair that you wore the last time you visited. We've already washed it."

As Layla changed into the slippers, Mrs. Santos walked out of the kitchen.

"Aunty." Layla strode toward Mrs. Santos. "I'm sorry, Aunty. I came here specifically to apologize to you and Uncle."

"Oh, never mind that. Your parents have called and apologized." Mrs. Santos suppressed her sorrow and said, "Did Eric leave us a message before the accident?"

Layla took Mrs. Santos's hand and sat her down on the couch.

Mr. Santos sat next to them,