KC gazed at the rest house in front of them. It looks different, but somehow the same. The new owner had it painted all white, erecting flower boxes to surround the front. The explosion of colors from the blossoms was mesmerizing to watch as they sway from the gentle breeze. The gravel driveway has been paved, dotted with pebbles all the way. The effect was charming.
Silently, they walked hand in hand around the house, noting the plants strategically placed surrounding it. KC gasped as they reached the back of the house. It has a majestic view of the ocean. Being terrified and bound when she was first here, she never saw this part. She looked towards the house, the window of the room where she was kept in faced the sea.
“It’s such a lovely spot,” KC commented. Her eyes fixed on the hori
