The journey to Quinn's hometown, an urban town on the outskirts of the big city, was grueling. They stopped several times just to drink coffee and unwind, then resumed the journey when their bodies were refreshed.
The bright sky had turned dark by the time they reached the deserted asphalt road with savannah and flower gardens on either side.
"You still remember the location of my house, don't you?" asked Quinn to Sean who was still concentrating on driving.
"Yes, I remember it well, isn't the turnoff to your house just ahead?"
"Yes, that's right."
Sean turned the car toward the rented house where Quinn's foster mother and grandmother lived. The car stopped, Quinn got out and walked straight to the small, simple house with the closed door.
"Grandma, I'm coming," Quinn said as she ran
