Rickard noticed a figure passing by and nonchalantly glanced at the person noticing that it was a woman who vaguely looked familiar. Twisting his mouth, he narrowed his eyes and ignored his father’s rant. While frowning, he stared harder at the woman’s back, but his father’s voice distracted him and made him turn around.
“Rickard, I am still talking to you,” Bernard Hansen said with a thunderous glare directed at Rickard.
Turning to him, Rickard nodded exasperatedly. “Yeah, I heard what you said, Vacation in Vermont... I am thinking.”
“You are coming as well. Is it understood?”
Nodding, he shrugged and turned around to look into the corridor once again but was unable to spot the familiar woman again. Her brown head looked similar to… Eleanor’s? His heartbeat sped up just at the mere th
