After five years.
On the street in London, at a bus station, a boy was waiting for a bus with a loaded pack on his back. It seemed he wanted to went back home from school.
In front of him was a black Rolls-Royce waiting the red light on the road.
Stuart closed the file and pinched the skin between his eyebrows. Suddenly, he saw the boy standing at the bus station.
Stuart was shocked.
That boy, standing among the crowd, with a big black umbrella and large blue bag, looked so clean. He wore a white shirt and black shorts.
His eyes were so pure, fixing on the road in front of him, waiting for the bus in silence.
As Stuart stared at that boy, the green light turned on. When Ivan was about to start the engine, Stuart stopped him.
“Stop.”
“Sir...” Ivan was
