I get off the bus and wait for about thirty seconds before the gate gradually reveals the towering mansion. The cold breeze of five a.m makes me wrap an arm around my huge tote bag which contains only a few clothes. The same old woman ushers me in after she gives me a once-over.
Holding the strap of my bag, I follow the woman while I roam my eyes through the surroundings as though it's my first time here. I restrain myself from running toward the fountain to the west. There are butterflies fluttering around it; it looks magical. I then bring my gaze to the parking space, and I raise an eyebrow to see that there are only four cars parked. A sense of relief washes upon me. So, he's not home today?
I almost collide my face with the back of the woman when she suddenly stops and turns around
