Her eyes widen, and her mouth opens, but nothing is said. Without realizing it her hands tighten around her own as it dawns on her. Slowly her eyes move from the picture to the floor. She should have known there would be a reason she was so closed off.<br/><br/>After an eternity, she asked a question with a small, cracked voice as she fought the urge to breakdown. "What happened to them...to your lover, and to your daughter?" She knew she shouldn't be asking it. It wasn't something you were supposed to ask. But she had to know. Was it an illness? An accident? Or something else?<br/><br/>Selfish thoughts went to her uncle, old thoughts bubbling up to the surface once more.