A i d e n C h r i s t e n s e n

The taxi dropped me right in front of the vacation house in Malibu where I used to come here long ago. And here I am…5 years later, I finally stepped foot on Malibu again.

“Welcome back…Aiden,” The owner, Mr Andrews, greeted me politely as soon as I got out my luggage from the trunk.

I put a small smile on my face while taking off my pilot cap, “Thanks, Mr Andrews…”

“Here, let me help you with your bag,” he then offered his help to carry my bag into the house.

“Thank you again…”I...