Autumn progressed and with it came rain and cold weather.

On a rainy day, Byrom found himself in front of a rundown building. 

With a heavy sigh, he went in. The stairs to the seventh floor left him breathless. 

He straightened up and took a moment to catch his breath.

 His gaze drifted around. Truly, he did not fancy the space. 

It was old and did not meet his likings. With another sigh, he thought of Ola living there. 

The idea seemed repulsive to Byron. Perhaps, and the idea seemed wild, he could help.

He wondered if Ola would accept his help when she put so much effort in pushing...