Zyron's Pov
As I gently stopped my car in front of the Suarez residence, the low engine noise had already disappeared. The driveway was covered with early sunlight that looked like a sheet of gold and was reflecting the bougainvillea pots that were going along the fence. I killed the ignition, held the steering wheel as if for a moment longer than necessary, and finally, I went out. It seemed that the closing of the door with a louder than usual sound was more apparent - as if it could give me away.
"Good morning, Nana Adora," I said when the massive iron gate swung open.
The family's long-time housekeeper, who had just finished watering the hedge, was standing straight, her silver hair neatly pinned under a floral scarf. She shaded her eyes with one hand and smiled in amazement.
"Oh, hijo! You're here early. Come in, come in."
