“Sorry, nephew. I have to disturb your sleep.”

He said, as he carried him to his mother’s car, made him to sit comfortably at the back seat.

“Thank you, Denise. See you tomorrow at the Tourist Center.”

Freya said before she drove off.

“It is all right.”

The couple responded simultaneously before they returned to the house.

Saturday Morning, Mr. Henry Taylor’s House.

He woke up with the excitement he usually had whenever he had an appointment with Whitney. That day, he was glad that Whitney did not take his ability to fall in love again with her. He had his routine walkout around his neighborhood, got back to his...