I sat at the veranda, staring at the graciously manicured garden. Just like how it was before I left home, the grasses were trimmed to perfection.
The Gardner came everyday to take care of the garden. It was my favorite spot in the house. The smell of the garden helped calm my nerves, allowing me process my thoughts better.
The ray of the sunlight spread a soft glow, and a calm breeze scuffed the dried leaves lying close to the trees.
Despite how soothing this felt to my ears, I was far gone from the environment.
I was lost in deep thoughts trying to make sense of what had transpired earlier between I and Emilia.
Even if I saw it coming when I opened the parcel that was delivered to my house the other day. I wasn’t just fully prepared for it.
Since my mother couldn’t get through
