“Yes. Charles. Come on,” she said, and in order not to cause any delay, I hopped on the vehicle, and in no time at all, we travelled from the orphanage towards our destination.

The road leading to the resort was similar to the road on my way to Clayland. Trees were everywhere, and the beautiful scenery along the road temporarily made me forget about my worries. Thirty minutes later, the vehicle pulled over in front of a modest beach house. The exteriors were painted white, and I could see some furnishings in blue and white. It provided an excellent image and suddenly, I was excited to explore the place with...