THIRD PERSON’S pov.

>>The Next Morning, Baldwin’s Penthouse, Beverly hills, California<<

Mr Baldwin stared lovingly at his phone with a small smile, he seemed to be watching something very interesting and fun.

He elevator stopped, he stepped out and walked into the living room. His steps faltered when he saw a familiar old woman sitting on a rocking chair at the terrace, she looked lost as she was staring at people walking down the street.

She shivered slightly, then Mr Baldwin remembered it’s windy outside and took fast steps towards her as he took off his jacket, with the intention of putting it around her shoulders. But then he stopped...