Two days after Rosa’s successful surgery, peace had returned to the Headquarters, but with a new sense of caution. Richard had ensured everything was arranged for his wife and daughter. He knew this tranquility was only temporary, but it was a well-deserved reward for the resilience of his wife and daughter. That afternoon, Richard kept his final promise: he went to visit Andrew.
Andrew was in a cozy, secluded area, a small wooden house hidden amidst green trees. The space here lacked the cold sterility of a hospital, but it also lacked the power of the Headquarters. It was a place for recovery and reflection.
He entered the living room. Andrew sat by a large window, the soft afternoon light illuminating his pale face. Beside Andrew was a small table with a whiteboard and a marker – his
