Maya POV.
It was 8:15 when I got to Memory Grove Park.
I chartered a cab directly from the neighborhood bus stop and it took only thirty minutes for me to get here.
The place was as I knew it would be, dark, lonely, and deserted at this time of the night, save for the few light lamps dotting the building structure and the walking trails.
What was Mr. Jonah doing here at this time of the night?
I knew he was heartbroken, but was he so emotional to come lounge here alone at night?
A strong wind blew around, making the trees dance in the wind. The leaves fluttering and whispering untold sounds, casting shadows everywhere.
Feeling an eerie chill run up my spine, I rubbed my forearms and pulled the sleeves of my jacket further down.
For God's sake, where was he?
I couldn't see him, or
