Trust me

[Fily: What are you doing over there, Petunia?]

[Petunia: Over where? How did you know I'm awake?]

[Gem: Did you also lie to us about you being asleep? What are you doing?]

[Petunia: No! Wait, I can hear your voices, I'm coming there with a new friend of mine.]

"So, how did you manage to cope up with her death?" Venedette asked her old man casually while sipping tea and reading her children's messages in secret.

"You know, I just pretend she's always here, watching me. I also talked to her sometimes, although I know I'm just hallucinating, I just can't accept the fact that she's gone."

"I used to do that too, in fact, my eldest son had a hard time accepting Demi's death. He always makes a big deal about not wanting to spend time with girls because of it. But for me, I decided the best way to cope is to move on,"

'Move on after getting my revenge on those who hurt my child.'