<div style="text-align: justify;">Joanna's jaw dropped in shock at Jonathan's answer. She was still trying to convince herself that it was a horrible nightmare, and Jonathan's words shook her enough for her to remember it wasn't. Nodding when Jonathan said he was sorry, Joanna dropped on the seat and took a deep breath. <br/><br/>Looking down at the article, the young woman repeated the name in a whisper. "Connor Lowe. Of course". She hadn't really looked at the dead body in her bedroom floor. What had he been doing there? <br/><br/>Joanna accepted the cup with a nod and a whispered 'thank you', and looked up at Anna when she questioned her. A slight blush crept on her cheeks. Was she thinking that maybe... No, of course not. But maybe Jonathan?<br/><br/>For some reason, it mattered what he was thinking. The only thing she had was her reputation, after all. "Not really", she replied to Anna, before looking at Jonathan. "I-I... I barely knew him. There was nothing... you know".<br/><br/>Shaking her head, Joanna took another deep breath. The tip of her nose turned redder and redder, until she finally let the tears she had been holding fall. "Oh, my God!", the girl exclaimed. "My life is over, is it not? Mr. Morgan will fire me, my family will read the papers and... they will think I did something wrong, and I'm going to jail... or death sentence, oh my God!". She stopped talking, gasping for breath. The reality of the situation was clearly way too much for the poor girl to bear.</div>