Author's POV…

Cynthia quietly entered into an old house, it looked so shabby and old fashioned.

The house was so quiet as if no one was living there,

"Oliver! Oliver! Are you in?" She called out but got no reply.

She walked into his room and got attacked by cobwebs!

She struggled for sometime before she was able to take them off.

"Gosh! I wonder how he is managing to live in this hole!" She scoffed, referring to the house as a hole.

She saw a cup of coffee on his desk, he drank a little and left the rest.

She felt the cup, it was warm which indicated he...