She lays her head against my shoulder, and continues to cry even louder, wondering how the man he could beat her to death. I did not answer his question. I do not know what to say. Even if there were such cases during the investigations at work, I never could get an answer to this kind of situation. Neither I, nor anyone. I let her cry, it feels good. It's better that she cries a lot, rather than keep it inside her.
I don't know. But one thing is certain is that it would surely wanted to see you happy and not crying about what happens to it.