AGATHA
It was already late afternoon when we returned from the river to my friend’s house. We were supposed to go back today as Draven had informed us this morning when he called, but because I got tired and I’m really scared of riding in a helicopter, my husband said that we’ll just leave tomorrow.
He called his staff to pick us up tomorrow morning here in the village. I am very grateful because there is still a chance for me to see what has been done to the vacation house I had built for my mom at the cemetery before we left.
“I’m sorry, we don’t have a mattress here in the house. We only have a mat and mosquito net,” Aunt Raquel shyly said to me and Draven.
It’s already dark and when it’s nine o’clock here in the village, most people are already asleep, except for Captain Norman’s h
