Garren's men assisted us to the car, which drove us to the Montreal mansion. We reached the house at almost five in the afternoon.

"I thought you'd arrived three days from now?" Uncle Oliver was surprised to see us.

I felt Garren's eyes on me. It's as if he's asking for my permission if he should tell the truth. I shook my head, and I'm glad that he got what I meant.

I don't want to talk about that night for now. Before we came back here, I decided that I wanted to bury those dreadful memories in oblivion and leave them on Santorini.

"Something came up and we had...