"Five minutes up the hill. Relaxed and very relaxed!" Jeff spoke into the mouthpiece of the walkie-talkie, his eyes fixed on the lenses of the binoculars in his hand.
"Heading to the prison!" Calvin surmised, taking the ring on his lower lip between his teeth, "Hmm, keep an eye on her. I'll dive in now."
Calvin walked into the secluded mansion. Each time he visited, memories of how good life used to be when they moved into the mansion soon flooded his mind. He was about six years old when they moved in, years had gone by but his mother, Faye's accomplished smiles were still fresh in his heart.
He remembered her words, it was a nest where they were going to thrive in love and bloom together in peace.
It wasn't true. There never was love, at least, on Finn's part. He was always keeping
