Quade arrived at the old house first.
The moment he stepped inside, he went straight to his room. He told Francis not to let anyone disturb him before closing the door firmly behind him. He opened the nightstand drawer and took out a bright red box, placing a photograph inside with a tenderness that spoke volumes.
After closing it, he pressed his hand down on the lid over and over, his fingers gently tracing the surface as if he could touch the memories within. A soft, wistful smile touched his lips, his expression full of nostalgia and a deep, painful reluctance.
Just as he was lost in the past, the door suddenly flew open with a violent BANG.
Startled, Quade fumbled, barely managing to hide the box with his hand as he looked up at Nevaeh, who had stormed into his room, her presence explosive.
"Young lady,you can't just burst in here! I told you, the old master is busy and cannot see you right now!" Francis said angrily from the doorway, trying to block her path.
