The garden was peaceful, bathed with the soft reflection on the sun. Breeze carried the blooming roses, weaving through the neatly trimmed hedges.

Amid this serenity, Ariel sat beside Mr Lucas, on a wooden bench, they were both enjoying the soothing scenery of nature.

Then Mr. Lucas's head turned towards Ariel, he wasn’t speaking, just staring.

Not in a sharp gaze he has always been, no a scrutinizing gaze that could make one confess his crime. But something soft, and warm.

A rare sight of Mr Lucas.

His aged eyes held an unexplainable emotion as they settled on her face— too long as if searching.

Ariel’s heart lurched uncomfortably at...