The flight was short, lasting only an hour before we arrived at a small tropical island. From the air, I could see that it was one of several islands dotted in the green sea below. Leaving the small airstrip, we were taken to the grand mansion that I had spotted as we were preparing to land. As the jaw-dropping landscape passed us by, Frank seemed softer. But like the Frank I knew. He pointed to different points and landscapes, and narrated why he wanted to buy the island.
Although I tried to remain indifferent, I found myself genuinely interested and relieved that he seemed relaxed enough to talk kindly to me. My heart warmed at the thought that the Frank I knew was still inside that body hidden somewhere.
When the car arrived at the mansion, I held my breath, surprised. The building wa
