“Amara, come with me,” Everett said after a while. He cupped Amara’s face and looked at her with adoration.
“Where?” Amara replied, in a voice that almost did not pass through her throat.
“I will bring you to a place where only me and my Mom, when she was still alive stayed.” Everett’s voice was gentle and convincing, and Amara was like being hypnotized, that all she could do was to nod.
Everett held her hand, and they walked out of the office, hand-and-hand to the curious and wondering glances of all the staff that saw them.
Everett brought Amara to a house, which was an almost two-hour car journey from their office. It was just a bungalow type with two bedrooms, but what made it classy was its small ball-type swimming pool in its backyard, inside a well-landscaped mini-garden.
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