A cold breeze swept through.

The wind snapped him out of his reverie and scattered his intense feelings.

Raphael, what are you up to? He thought.

He stepped back and leaned against his black Land Rover in frustration. His hands shaking, he pulled out a cigarette pack, hoping to smoke and calm his nerves. Just then, the gates of Evans Gardon swung open and a white Maserati rolled out. It had to be Olivia.

Olivia had arrived in Czanch the night before. She planned to buy gifts for her family members here she hadn't seen for a while, so she left early in the morning.